The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 266

Chapter 266:

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Tracy, oblivious to the underlying drama, felt a wave of relief. She had feared Corrine might complicate matters, yet it all seemed to unravel smoothly.

Composing herself, Tracy cleared her throat and approached Corrine, her tone earnest.

“Corrine, you have given much to the Ashton family over the years. Though—”

“You won’t marry Bruce, but we recognize your contributions. We are ready to offer you ten percent of the company shares if you accept.”

A subtle, cold smile crept across Corrine’s lips as she listened. To accept would bind her to the Ashton family’s declining fortunes, allowing them to claim generosity and gratitude. To decline would label her as ungrateful, yet it would let the Ashton family keep their wealth and their good name—an ideal outcome for them in both reputation and wealth.

Corrine silently acknowledged the cleverness of their plan, which was unfolding flawlessly.

“Your offer is generous, but please, keep the shares within the Ashton family,” Corrine said, smoothly pulling her hand away. She gave Tracy a disarming smile.

“I wish nothing but prosperity and success for Ashton Group!”

Tracy, observing Corrine’s glowing demeanor, sensed a hidden threat behind her smile.

“What exactly are you up to?” Tracy inquired, her face tightening as she focused on Corrine.

Bowing her head slightly, Corrine checked her watch with a poised smile.

“Why, I’m preparing a special tribute for Ashton Group’s 30th anniversary, of course.”

Tracy’s eyes narrowed as she studied Corrine intently, the weight of suspicion hanging in the air.

The moment shattered as the hall’s sophisticated sound system erupted with voices that left the assembled guests frozen in stunned silence.

“Bruce, do you love me or Corrine?”

“Of course, it’s you… You have no idea how much I love you…”

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“Bruce, I want to come back to you. I’m tired of sneaking around in the shadows.”

“Just give me a little more time…”

A ripple of shock passed through the crowd as expressions morphed from confusion to dawning comprehension. Suddenly, the massive electronic screen at the stage’s center blazed to life, commanding every eye in the room.

A devastating slideshow unfolded before the stunned audience. Crystal-clear photographs captured intimate moments: Bruce and Leah locked in a passionate embrace within an elevator, lost in their own world; Leah hurrying into a hotel with Bruce on the very day of her return from abroad.

Each image painted a damning picture of premeditation—Bruce’s abandonment of Corrine orchestrated while Leah had been his secret companion all along.

The revelation struck Farris like a physical blow. His vision swam as rage coursed through his veins, causing him to stumble backward.

“Farris!”

The cry rang out as Tracy and Millard lunged forward to steady him.

An icy terror gripped Leah as the images continued their merciless parade. Her entire body quaked uncontrollably, the color draining from her once-radiant face.

Tracy, witnessing the mounting chaos, bolted toward the computer station.

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