The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 149

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Given what they knew of Corrine’s past, how could she possibly be linked to such an elite circle?

With a mocking tone, Rita taunted, “Corrine, you’re not seriously suggesting you’re part of Timeless Treasures, are you? You really think you can fool anyone here? The Ashton family knows your background. Stories like that might fool the naive, but we’re not so easily tricked.”

Corrine simply arched an eyebrow, remaining silent. She slowly lifted her gaze to glance at Rita, as if she were watching a fool.

On the other side of the room, Bruce’s expression was one of concern. His piercing gaze locked on Corrine, and he seemed to question everything he thought he knew about her.

Despite their close history over the past three years, she now seemed like a mystery to him.

Was there a genuine link between Corrine and the illustrious Timeless Treasures?

Gloria’s voice cut through the tension once more.

“Miss Holland, do you even understand what kind of establishment Timeless Treasures is? Tossing its name around like that—aren’t you worried you’ll lose your place in Lyhaton?” Another relative chimed in almost immediately, saying, “Since you claim to have ties to Timeless Treasures, why don’t you show us some proof? Why should we believe you?”

“Buying a fake and trying to pass it off as genuine, then dragging Timeless Treasures into your web of lies—have you no shame?” someone added, their tone sharp with derision.

Timeless Treasures was no ordinary name. Its reputation was legendary. Despite changing owners several times, the mystery surrounding its true proprietor only added to its prestige. Even the president of the Antique Association deferred to them, a testament to their power in Lyhaton.

Another voice sneered, “Miss Holland, if you’re going to fabricate a story, at least make it plausible. Do you really think we’re that gullible?”

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Seated at the head of the table, Farris clutched his cane with such force that his knuckles turned white. The intricate carving seemed to gleam under his iron grip, as though he might polish it smooth through sheer tension.

“Corrine,” he began, his voice heavy with unease.

“It doesn’t matter if the item is real or fake. I won’t hold it against you, but please, just tell the truth.”

This was supposed to be his birthday celebration, yet what should have been a joyous occasion had devolved into a debacle. Rita had seized the opportunity to fan the flames, and now the situation was spiraling beyond his control.

If he let it slide, the Ashton family would become the subject of ridicule once word got out.

After weighing his options, Farris could only hope that Corrine would admit to a mistake, even if it meant bearing undue humiliation.

Just as Corrine looked up, preparing to respond, Bruce’s voice sliced through the rising tension.

“Today is my grandfather’s birthday. Whether what you brought is real or fake, you’ve disrupted his celebration. You owe him an apology!”

The command in his tone was impossible to ignore, yet Corrine met his gaze unflinchingly.

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