The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 143

Chapter 143:

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Farris examined it repeatedly, unable to tear his eyes away. Despite his usual indifference toward Leah, he couldn’t help but speak with genuine sincerity.

“Thank you, Leah.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Leah replied with poise, her expression composed, lacking any trace of arrogance.

With the appearance of this gem, all the other gifts suddenly seemed insignificant, mere background to its grandeur.

“Leah’s lost some weight recently. She wouldn’t say why, but now it’s clear—she’s been working to win Farris’ favor,” Tracy said, admiration in her voice.

“Such devotion to an elder is rare.”

One of the guests chimed in, “You’re truly blessed, Tracy. Your son is outstanding, and now, even your future daughter-in-law is perfect. It’s enviable.”

“If I had a daughter-in-law like Leah, I’d consider myself fortunate,” another guest added.

“Leah’s such a good girl, Bruce. You should hold onto her tight! Otherwise, if she leaves, you’ll have no one to cry to!” someone else commented.

“Leah and Bruce are of similar age, and they’ve grown up together. They should get engaged soon—bring new additions to the Ashton family,” one of them suggested.

As the conversation became more exaggerated, Leah shyly nestled into Bruce’s embrace. But she noticed he seemed distant.

She leaned into him, following his gaze and noticing Corrine sitting nearby. She bit her lip, then smiled softly.

“Bruce, what’s wrong?”

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Bruce snapped out of his thoughts just as his aunt remarked, “Bruce, Leah is so devoted to you. You can’t let her down.”

Bruce tightened his arm around Leah’s waist, his expression softening as he looked at her with genuine affection.

“I won’t.”

The Ashton family members exchanged knowing smiles, observing the couple with satisfaction.

As they spoke, they discreetly turned their attention to Corrine, eager to see her reaction. But Corrine remained unfazed, sipping her coffee as if she were an outsider, her composure unshaken.

The crowd couldn’t help but sneer, thinking she was just pretending. They were eager to see how long she could keep up the act.

Rita, with a casual air, remarked, “Miss Holland, why haven’t we seen your gift? This is your first time at my grandfather’s birthday party, so surely your gift is something extraordinary?”

She smiled at Corrine, her eyes glittering with a hint of malicious amusement.

“It’s nothing special,” Corrine replied smoothly, her calm demeanor unwavering.

Rita snorted softly as she took Corrine’s gift and lifted the lid of the box, revealing nothing more than a simple pen holder. Amusement flickered across her eyes; she had anticipated nothing impressive from Corrine.

“I expected a rare treasure with the way you were acting, yet it’s just a worthless pen holder!” Rita exclaimed.

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