The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 108

Chapter 108:

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“How do you manage to keep up that flawless act?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, her gaze piercing through the facade.

Leah’s eyes flashed with bitterness for a split second, but she quickly masked it, leaning into Bruce with the air of a helpless victim.

“Bruce…” Her voice quivered just enough to tug at heartstrings.

Bruce wrapped a protective arm around her, his jaw tightening as his dark gaze fixed on Karina.

“Miss Brooks, if you’re willing to sell me this dress, name your price. Whatever it is, I’ll pay it.” His tone was firm but laced with warning.

“It’s a shame this dress caught your attention,” Karina said coolly, striding toward the workbench. She picked up a pair of scissors, twirling them in her fingers with a deliberate air of finality.

Leah’s breath hitched as realization struck. Her hand shot out to clutch Bruce’s sleeve, her eyes wide with panic.

“Miss Brooks, what do you think you’re doing?” Bruce moved swiftly, stepping in front of her, his tone sharp and commanding.

“Just tell me what you want for it—I’ll pay any amount!”

Rita scoffed, her arms crossed as she sneered.

“You’re just exploiting the fact that we like this dress to squeeze more money out of us. Stop the theatrics and name your price!”

Meanwhile, Corrine, who had been waiting in the office, felt an unsettling tension in the air. She stepped out, her heels clicking softly against the floor.

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As she approached, Bruce’s and Rita’s voices reached her ears.

“Miss Brooks,” Bruce continued, his frustration barely contained.

“If you agree to sell the dress, I’ll match any number you say.”

“Ten times,” came a smooth, commanding voice from above.

All eyes snapped to Corrine as she descended the spiral staircase, her presence both graceful and unyielding.

Leah’s face darkened in an instant, her nails digging into her palms as she glared at Corrine. The hatred bubbling inside her threatened to spill over.

Rita, spotting Corrine, didn’t bother to hide her disdain, her lips curling into a sneer.

“Corrine, why is it always you?” Her tone was sharp, dripping with venom.

“Mr. Ashton, didn’t you just declare with such confidence that we could name any price? What’s the matter now—getting cold feet already?” Corrine’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile as her eyes lingered on Bruce.

Bruce’s gaze remained locked on her, searching desperately for a flicker of sadness, anger—anything that hinted at lingering emotions. But her face was unreadable, detached, as though she were addressing a complete stranger. The chill in her demeanor left Bruce with a gnawing sense of loss, like a man clutching at sand slipping through his fingers.

Was it truly possible for her to cast aside three years of shared memories so easily? Or had she already replaced him in her heart—with that man he had met at Gourmet Spot?

“Corrine, have you lost your mind?” Karina hissed as she rushed to Corrine’s side, lowering her voice to a sharp whisper.

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