The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 267

Chapter 267:

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“What are you standing there for? Quickly! Cut the feed! Cut it!” she commanded.

The panicked staff member’s fingers flew across the controls, sweat beading on his forehead as the system remained stubbornly unresponsive.

“Mrs. Ashton, we’ve got a problem. The system—it’s completely unresponsive. Looks like a virus.”

Tracy’s patience snapped. She shoved the staff member aside and seized control herself.

Click. Click. Nothing. The cursor wouldn’t budge, and the keyboard was as useless as dead weight.

Then, in a moment of wild desperation, her gaze darted downward. The power cord. A surge of determination shot through her. With one swift motion, she yanked it out.

The screen flickered once—and then everything went dark.

A long, weighted silence settled over the room, thick with unspoken words. The kind of silence that stretches just before a storm breaks. And then, like a dam bursting, hushed murmurs flooded the hall.

“Unbelievable! Bruce Ashton always seemed so polished, but look at him now.”

“And Leah Burgess—what a disgrace. She knew he had a girlfriend and still threw herself at him.”

“Corrine was just a stepping stone for them. He used her for the Ashton family’s gain while sneaking around with his secret lover. The audacity!”

“Let’s not forget—it takes two to tango. Even if Leah seduced him first, Bruce is hardly innocent.”

The words hit Leah like a relentless tide, each comment dragging her further under. Her throat tightened as she struggled to speak, her voice a dry, barely-there whisper.

“No… it’s not what it looks like…”

But where had those photos and the recording come from?

Corrine had publicly broken things off with Bruce. Leah had thought that meant she could step in effortlessly, that everything had fallen into place. So why was it all unraveling now?

gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.k𝗈𝗺 – 𝗧𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝒇𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝖙𝓱𝑒 𝑏𝓮𝑠𝑡

As she reeled from the mounting disaster, her gaze darted to the side—where Corrine stood, watching.

Corrine stood a short distance away, her eyes carrying a glacial edge and her lips curved in the barest suggestion of a smile. Though her expression remained neutral, the sight ignited Leah’s fury.

“It’s you!” The accusation tore from Leah’s throat as she lunged forward like a woman possessed, her hand raised to strike.

Corrine, having anticipated the attack, caught Leah’s wrist in a swift motion.

“Miss Burgess, mind your manners.”

Her radiant smile never wavered as her clear eyes danced with mockery, her voice carrying an edge of aggressive indifference.

Recognition dawned across Leah’s features as understanding crashed over her. Corrine had orchestrated everything from the beginning, never intending mercy for either the Ashton family or Leah herself. Corrine’s plan encompassed not only the destruction of the Ashtons but her complete ruination.

Hatred blazed in Leah’s eyes as she glared at her adversary, murderous thoughts racing through her mind.

“You vile, scheming woman!” She launched herself forward again, fingers curved like claws aimed at Corrine’s face.

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