The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 210

Chapter 210:

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As journalists prepared their sensational headlines for the next day’s papers, Corrine cleverly flipped the narrative, saying, “Mr. Duffy, could you enlighten us on the legal consequences for defamation and slander?”

“What?” Wilbur was taken aback when Corrine suddenly addressed him, leaving him briefly disoriented.

As he locked eyes with Corrine’s composed stare, he swiftly recovered and responded with firmness, “The penalties could be severe—up to three years of imprisonment, detention, control, or the loss of certain rights.”

Upon hearing this, the expression of the reporter shifted dramatically.

The journalist wondered if this woman was out of her mind. She was seriously considering a defamation lawsuit! Did she fail to grasp the gravity of her predicament? How could she stand there with such defiance?

The media’s probing intensified for a moment.

“How can you claim innocence without showing us proof?”

“Why were you detained alongside the suspects if you’re innocent?”

With a small smile, Corrine replied, “Perhaps the motives of the person who tipped off the police deserve scrutiny.”

As the situation unfolded, the police officer named Jack rushed to the scene.

He surveyed the gathering briefly before pulling Wilbur aside and whispering, “Sir, the two suspects are ready to confess.”

“I’m on my way to see them,” Wilbur replied, preparing to depart.

However, Jack held onto his arm, casting a significant glance at Corrine.

“It appears Miss Holland should accompany us.”

“What are you implying?” Wilbur’s expression grew stern, his intense stare shifting to Jack.

Jack stammered, “The suspects claim that Miss Holland was… working with them.”

The moment the words were spoken, all eyes landed on Corrine, filled with ridicule and scorn, as if waiting to see how she would get out of this.

Corrine’s gaze hardened, a trace of coldness flashing in her eyes.

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“Since I’m not going anywhere, let’s discuss this inside.”

As she walked past Matias, she murmured, “Send a message to your boss.”

“Why don’t you tell him directly?” Matias suggested, nodding subtly toward someone behind Corrine.

As she turned, Corrine spotted Nate walking toward her, clad in a sharp black suit.

His assertive walk and authoritative aura defined him as a man who commanded every situation.

He paused in front of Corrine, offering his hand.

“Care to join me inside?” Locking eyes with him, her expression softened into a warm smile.

“I’d love to.” Their fingers intertwined, sparking an unexpected warmth in her chest.

At the Ashton residence, Rita stumbled upon a hot topic on social media and dashed from her room to the card room.

“Mom, you’ve got to see this! Corrine’s trending!”

At the mention of Corrine’s name, Tracy’s smile dimmed, her expression souring.

“Please, let’s not talk about her. Just her name irks me!”

The ladies at the card table exchanged knowing looks, their faces reflecting a mix of emotions. Despite Tracy’s efforts to dismiss Corrine from their memories, everyone in the room was aware that Corrine had once saved the Ashton family from social ruin.

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