The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 203

Chapter 203:

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Before he could elaborate further, Nate snatched his coat and strode from the office with purposeful determination, leaving Matias momentarily stunned into silence.

While he had always known of Nate’s particular regard for Corrine, the depth of his concern proved surprising. Considering Nate’s anxious departure, Matias allowed himself a small smile—perhaps this year’s bonus would see a substantial increase.

Meanwhile, at the police station, Corrine maintained an air of studied nonchalance, her legs crossed elegantly as she propped her chin on one hand, periodically glancing toward the wall clock.

Her demeanor suggested expectation, as if awaiting someone’s arrival. Her subtle movements did not go unnoticed by the watchful officers in the surveillance room.

“Are these the suspects you mentioned?” an officer asked when a graceful figure walked into the observation area.

Leah approached the one-way glass, her gaze settling on the handcuffed Corrine. She felt the pent-up frustration in her heart finally dissipate. Her gaze then shifted to the two men.

“Those two—I would know them anywhere, even reduced to ash!”

These were the very men who had sold her the counterfeit gem, leading to her humiliation before the Ashton family.

The officers exchanged meaningful glances at her confirmation.

“Miss Burgess, we appreciate your cooperation. You’re free to leave once the paperwork is complete,” an officer informed her.

“Leave?” Leah’s surprise quickly transformed into a practiced smile.

“But what about them? They defrauded me of over two million.”

Though the sum meant little to her personally, Leah refused to let the matter rest. She craved the sight of Corrine’s complete degradation, yearning to witness her rival’s shame as she was led away in chains.

“We will keep you informed of any developments,” the officer stated firmly.

“Please, Miss Burgess, follow me.”

Faced with the officer’s resolute stance, Leah had no choice but to comply. As she turned to leave, she cast a venomous glance at Corrine, her eyes glittering with malice like a serpent concealed in tall grass, ready to strike. Justice would prevail, she thought, and Corrine would soon taste the bitter draught of disgrace.

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In the interrogation room, Corrine seemed to sense the hostile scrutiny. She raised her gaze toward Leah’s position, her expression impassive.

Her eyes held the biting chill of midwinter frost, radiating an arctic coldness that could freeze the blood in one’s veins.

In that brief moment of connection, Leah felt her heart constrict as if gripped by an invisible force, her breath catching in her throat. A flicker of primal fear crossed her features as she stammered, “Can she see…”

The officer dismissed Leah’s anxiety, attributing it to natural concerns about criminal retaliation.

“The glass is one-way, Miss Burgess. They cannot see you,” he assured her with practiced patience.

Relief washed over Leah’s tense features as she drew a steadying breath, following the officer toward the exit.

In their wake, Wilbur returned to the room, dropping a folder onto the table with barely contained frustration.

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