The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 296

Chapter 296:

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As he stepped into the hallway, he encountered Tracy, who had been hovering by the entrance.

Meeting Bruce’s piercing gaze, she showed no shame at being caught eavesdropping, only raw anxiety.

“Bruce, tell me truthfully. Has Rita crossed a line this time?”

A bitter laugh escaped Bruce’s lips.

“Isn’t it a bit late for that realization, Mom?” Tracy stood paralyzed, her pupils contracting as if struck by lightning.

Despite his simmering anger, Bruce softened slightly in front of his mother. He drew a measured breath, his face remaining impassive.

“I’ll handle this situation. If you truly care, keep Rita in check.”

Tracy watched his retreating form, her eyes swimming with confusion and dread.

Meanwhile, the online scandal had set tongues wagging throughout the company. In the restroom, several employees huddled together, trading whispers.

“Could those photos really be of Miss Holland?”

“Didn’t the chairman claim she’d been studying abroad all this time? Was that just a cover story?”

“Well, what parent would broadcast their child’s mistakes? Of course they’d try to hide it.”

“Who would have guessed? She acts so untouchable, like some distant star, but behind closed doors… who knows how many men she’s been with?” The last comment dissolved into malicious laughter, which was abruptly cut short by a thunderous bang as a stall door flew open.

Natasha emerged, her face as cold as ice, her razor-sharp gaze slicing through the three women gathered at the sink.

“Care to repeat that?”

The gossips exchanged nervous glances, wondering how they’d missed her presence.

Everyone knew Natasha’s reputation—Corrine’s devoted shadow, following her every command without question.

gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺, 𝒲𝗁𝒾𝗇𝑒 𝓬𝓱𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝗼𝗻

“Miss Dixon…” The woman in pink forced a smile.

“What brings you here?” Natasha had only come down because of maintenance on the top floors’ facilities. To her surprise, she’d stumbled upon this nest of vipers.

She knew the whispers that followed her through the halls—how they called her Corrine’s faithful dog, blindly devoted. And they weren’t wrong. In Natasha’s heart, Corrine commanded the same reverence as Jolene. She would never tolerate a single word against either of them.

Her gaze settled on the woman in the revealing skirt.

“Dressed like that?” Natasha’s words dripped with venom.

“Those who know you understand you work here. Others might mistake you for something else entirely… like a prostitute.”

“Who are you calling a prostitute?” The woman in the tight skirt forgot the broken lipstick in her hand, ready to launch herself at Natasha, fury in her eyes.

Natasha approached the sink with measured steps, her composure unwavering.

“I’m talking about you. If you need clarification, I’ll gladly specify. Your daily flamboyant attire speaks volumes about your intentions with the male employees.”

“I’ll rip that mouth off your face!” The woman in the tight skirt quivered with unbridled fury, her eyes blazing crimson as she fixed Natasha with a venomous glare.

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