The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1715:

At the Garcia Estate in Pinetree City…

Beneath the golden chandeliers of the opulent living room, Fabian Garcia, the current leader of the Garcia family, sat surrounded by kin, deep in discussion.

“How could you make such a decision without consulting me first?” Fabian’s father, Colton Garcia, roared as he slammed his palm on the table. “Do you even understand what the Ford family from Lyhaton represents? Their background? Now that they’ve joined forces with the Astleys, do you think we can afford to provoke them? And Corrine Holland—if she were just another pampered heiress, why would Carl Ford hand her the reins of their empire? What makes you think you can take her out without anyone noticing? Have you even thought about what happens if things go sideways?”

Should their plan be exposed, the repercussions would be catastrophic. The Ford family would bring the full weight of their wrath down on Pinetree City—and the fallout wouldn’t stop at the Garcias. The ripple effect would drag the other major families into the abyss.

When the Ford family first announced their expansion into Pinetree City, the local powerhouses had decided to form an alliance to push back.

out of Garcia territory. Now,

built not on overwhelming power, but on a carefully curated reputation and long-standing prestige. Had it not been for

an uphill battle—one scarred by sneers, dismissals, and relentless sabotage. Now, with their empire teetering, old criticisms resurfaced like

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the only path forward was through fire, then so be it. “I swear, you’re getting more foolish as you age!” he scoffed, eyes narrowing at his father’s anxious face. “No news is good news. That means the plan—” Before he could finish his sentence, a scream tore through the air like

of men in black surged through the

detonated. Servants shrieked and scattered like startled birds. Chairs toppled. Crystal shattered.

before him, his

upon the Garcia Estate like this. Heavy footsteps approached slowly, each one resonating like a drumbeat against