The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 293

Chapter 293:

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“I’ll make sure you have no reason to leave.”

From their very first encounter, he was convinced that Corrine was meant to play a pivotal role in his life. She was the unforeseen twist he couldn’t control, the woman he had resolved to claim.

A brilliant smile spread across Corrine’s face as she raised her eyes to his.

“Well, looks like you’re stuck with me forever.”

Exiting the secluded room, Corrine was acutely aware of the murmurs and covert conversations that filled the air around them. She suspected Jules had recirculated the news.

Meanwhile, Rita had been unsettled when the original post vanished, suspecting there was hidden support for Corrine. Now, with the post restored, she felt her earlier concerns had been overblown, having underestimated her opponent.

Yet, her relief was short-lived. Without warning, the door to her bedroom was forcefully kicked open.

Before Rita could gather her wits, Bruce barged in, seized her by the collar, and hoisted her up from her seat. His intense eyes quickly scanned the laptop screen before fixing on her, his tone cold.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

Rita’s heart raced, her eyes darting nervously.

“What are you accusing me of? I don’t follow.”

In her panic, she attempted to shut down her laptop but fumbled, reacting too slowly.

“Are you still denying it?” Bruce’s gaze hardened as he pushed Rita’s head against the laptop screen, his voice thick with accusation.

“Explain this to me, now! What’s going on here?”

Accustomed to a life of indulgence and mischief, Rita was unprepared for Bruce’s cold and stern demeanor. His grip tightened around her neck, making her breathing shallow. Without thinking, she grabbed Bruce’s hand, trying to pull it away.

“What are you doing? I’m your sister.”

At that moment, the sound of quick footsteps echoed from the hallway. Tracy entered the room, her face etched with concern. Seeing Bruce’s fury, her eyes narrowed.

gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺. 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

“Bruce, she’s your little sister. Isn’t there a way to settle this without aggression?”

Rita, seeing Tracy, felt a flicker of hope. Her eyes gleamed with desperation.

“Mom, help! Bruce is trying to strangle me.”

Tracy immediately intervened, her protective instincts kicking in. She scolded Bruce as tears began to form in her eyes.

“She’s your sister, Bruce. It’s your duty to be lenient as the older sibling.”

When Bruce didn’t relent, Tracy, with newfound courage, pushed him back and wrapped Rita protectively in her arms.

“Mom!” Rita sobbed into Tracy’s embrace, her tears falling freely. She shot Bruce a resentful glance, her face showing no sign of apology.

Tracy gently ran her fingers through Rita’s hair while continuing to lecture Bruce.

“If the company’s a mess, take it out on those ruthless shareholders. Why are you picking on your sister at home? What does that prove? You’re out of line, attacking your own sister.”

Bruce shot back angrily, tossing his phone to Tracy.

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