The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1642

Chapter 1642:

Corrine remembered Wendy well—a woman who wore her ambition like perfume—thick, unmistakable, and impossible to ignore. But ambition without grace? That was Wendy’s flaw. Overconfidence had a way of making even the sharpest blade brittle.

Corrine had no interest in Blue Core Technology’s internal power plays. She was only here as a favor to Jules, helping entertain Taylor and his team.

Anything outside of that was noise—unwelcome and unnecessary. She shot Wendy a flat look.

“I do not think we have anything to discuss.”

But Wendy took the cold dismissal as something else entirely. Unease, perhaps. A crack in the facade.

Her expression shifted, eyes narrowing. She lifted her chin slightly, her body language laced with superiority.

“Miss Holland, are you not curious about the rumors swirling outside?”

Corrine’s brow creased.

She had spent the entire morning humoring Taylor with one game after another. News and whispers had had no time to reach her, nor had she gone looking for them.

went on without

it was nonsense at the time, but maybe they were right. You are sharp, Miss Holland. I get it. We are both women. We know the game. The corporate world is ruthless toward people like us. I am not here to tear you down—I am trying to be fair. So let me ask, woman to woman—help me secure the branch manager position.

take root—stories

claimed to have seen Corrine slip something into the contract. A

together the previous night, the puzzle pieces

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the gossip directly, Corrine could see it in Wendy’s eyes—smug, sharp, searching

Corrine’s

have thought this through, have

not staying. Once Taylor left, she would return to Ford Group, leaving Blue Core Technology and its politics behind. But

unmistakable. Her eyes sparkled with malice. “People who try to play both sides always get burned. Sure, you’ve brought in benefits. Maybe you even impressed Jules. But you? You

Her voice came calm, laced with steel. “I have far more options than you. You do not need to worry about me.” She lifted her cup, took a single sip, and stepped past her without

leave, Wendy narrowed her eyes and quickly stepped into

going to reject goodwill and

slowly looked up. Her eyes—sharp and startlingly clear—held

some reason, something about that gaze made Wendy

blade pressed lightly to her neck. Wendy’s breath hitched. The confidence she had moments ago slipped away,

mocking smirk. Her

politeness for