The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 146

Chapter 146:

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A flicker of triumph gleamed in Leah’s eyes. Corrine had managed to alienate the entire Ashton family, and Leah could hardly wait to see how she intended to escape the fallout.

The guests exchanged a medley of amused and curious glances. Detached from the situation, they treated the unfolding drama as a spectacle, occasionally sneaking glances at Farris, who presided silently at the head of the table.

Since the revelation of the pen holder as a forgery, Farris had remained quiet, his features unreadable, adding to the tension in the room.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice steady.

“Corrine, your thoughtfulness means a great deal to me. I truly appreciate this gift.” His calm acceptance sent ripples of surprise through the room.

Most had expected him to erupt in fury or at least express some dissatisfaction; yet, he seemed unbothered and unwilling to escalate the matter.

Corrine’s gaze remained composed as she replied evenly, “It’s just a small token. I’m glad you like it.”

“Some people refuse to own up to their mistakes until they’re backed into a corner!” Rita’s cutting voice sliced through the air as she threw Corrine a scornful glance, her lips curving into a derisive smirk.

“Even now, she won’t admit the truth. Does she really think we’re all ignorant about antiques?”

Someone among the guests piped up with a smirk, “It’s simple enough—bring in an expert to appraise it. If it’s authentic, Miss Holland’s name is cleared. If not…”

“If not,” Rita interjected sharply, her eyes blazing with malice.

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“Then Miss Holland can smash the pen holder herself and kneel before my grandfather to apologize!”

The room fell silent at those words.

Rita, known for her poise, shocked everyone with her forceful demands. Bringing a fake antique to Farris’ birthday was indeed a breach of etiquette, yet it hardly seemed to justify such a severe reaction as kneeling.

Amid the stillness, Corrine chuckled softly, her voice cool as she pierced the silence, asking, “What if it’s authentic?”

Rita’s eyes met Corrine’s, which glinted with an unnerving resolve, sending a chill through her.

With composure, Corrine asked again, “What if it’s authentic?”

Jolted from her daze, Rita cleared her throat and defiantly responded, “Should it be real, I will kneel and make my apologies.”

“Rita!” Tracy quickly stepped forward, but Rita ignored her.

“Don’t worry, Mom. It’s valued at 9.54 million. Does she even have that amount?” Rita asked, her posture proud as she faced Corrine confidently. She was sure that the pen holder Corrine presented was nothing but a fake.

“Remember what you said,” Corrine’s reminder tightened Rita’s chest with a sudden surge of fear.

The words had been spoken; there was no taking them back. Moreover, the figure was 9.54 million. Rita doubted Corrine could muster such a vast amount. She looked forward to witnessing Corrine’s fall from grace once the truth came out.

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