The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 20

Chapter 20:

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Tracy took a deep breath, her rage simmering beneath the surface. She pulled a bank card from her purse, her fingers curling around it with an air of superiority.

“There’s a million in it for you.”

Corrine glanced up at Tracy but made no move to take the card.

Tracy placed the card on the table beside her.

Despite the heels and her taller frame, when their gazes locked, it felt as though Corrine cast a shadow over her, an undeniable aura of dominance that filled the room. It made Tracy’s skin crawl.

“You’ve been by Bruce’s side for years, and I’ve seen it all.” Tracy lifted her chin, her posture oozing superiority.

“But feelings are feelings, and gratitude is gratitude. They’re not the same thing. Now that you’ve broken up with Bruce, there’s no reason for any further entanglements. Take this money as compensation, and from now on, the Ashton family owes you nothing.”

“Owes me nothing?” Corrine’s chuckle was low and dark, the smile on her lips cold as ice.

“What the Ashton family owes me is far beyond a million.”

Tracy’s eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at her lips as she studied Corrine with a look that seemed to have anticipated Corrine demanding more. She said disdainfully, “So, what’s your price?”

Corrine’s laugh was sharp and cruel.

“If I were to name my price, it would be to watch the Ashton family crumble right back to the edge of bankruptcy.”

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“Corrine Holland!” Tracy’s voice sliced through the air, icy and lethal.

The Ashton Group had just started to recover, and Corrine’s curse was one Tracy could never allow.

Without a second thought, Tracy raised her hand, aiming to slap Corrine’s face with all the force she could muster.

Rita’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her face aglow with delight. She was certain that one slap from Tracy would leave Corrine’s cheek puffed up like a balloon.

Tracy’s hand whipped through the air, carrying a fierce gust of wind, but just as it was about to strike Corrine’s cheek, she caught it firmly.

Tracy’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at Corrine.

Instinctively, she struggled to break free, but her wrist was held fast.

“Corrine, what on earth are you doing?” she demanded.

Corrine’s mocking smile stretched across her face. She leaned in, her voice laced with sarcasm.

“I was taught to show respect to the elderly and care for the young. But if you insist on flaunting your authority, I won’t hesitate to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“How dare you!” Tracy’s face flushed with anger, her teeth clenched in outrage.

“Corrine, you’re begging for trouble! Bruce won’t forgive you for this!”

Corrine chuckled lightly and suddenly released Tracy’s wrist.

“Whether he forgives me or not is none of my concern.”

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