The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 298

Chapter 298:

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Corrine’s slight frown conveyed volumes to her perceptive assistant.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not familiar with the Miss Holland you’re referring to,” Natasha responded crisply before ending the call.

Bruce’s expression darkened like storm clouds gathering on the horizon as the call came to an abrupt end.

In the front seat, his assistant instinctively drew in a sharp breath, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible against the leather upholstery.

The atmosphere in the car grew heavier with each passing moment, a testament to the fact that Bruce had shown no signs of joy since Corrine’s departure from the Ashton family.

Misfortune seemed to shadow the Ashton family relentlessly these days, denying them even a moment’s respite.

Corrine’s refusal to meet Bruce spoke volumes about the depths of her lingering resentment.

The assistant’s eyes flicked cautiously toward his employer’s reflection in the rearview mirror, weighing his next words carefully before speaking, “Mr. Ashton, perhaps we could intercept Miss Holland along her route home?”

“Do you know where she stays?” Bruce’s piercing gaze cut through the air like a perfectly honed blade, making his assistant shudder involuntarily.

“I don’t know…” the assistant stammered, acutely aware of his limitations.

How could he possibly possess the resources or intelligence to track her down? Since leaving Ashton Group, Corrine had seemingly vanished without a trace, leaving no trail to follow.

Bruce released a bone-weary sigh, his fingers moving to massage his throbbing temples.

“Let’s go to Ford Group.”

His mind raced with possibilities—Corrine must have connections there, which would explain her ability to move freely and share meals with Natasha.

As their vehicle crawled through traffic, Bruce’s phone shattered the tense silence. The bank manager’s name flashed across the screen.

“Hello, Mr. Ashton.”

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“Yes, Mr. Wilde?” Bruce inquired with carefully measured humility.

“Has our loan application been approved?”

The ensuing silence stretched like a rubber band about to snap, heavy with unspoken complications.

Allard Wilde cleared his throat before responding with diplomatic caution.

“Mr. Ashton, after the higher-ups’ review, I regret to inform you that your submitted materials were not approved. It may be worth considering other banking options.”

“Not approved?” Bruce’s brows furrowed as his handsome features hardened into a mask of stone.

“Could there be some mistake?”

His mind reeled at this unprecedented rejection—every previous loan application had sailed through Allard’s bank without a hitch.

“Mr. Ashton, I understand your frustration,” Allard offered soothingly.

“To be frank, my inquiries revealed this isn’t personal. Recent regulatory changes have tightened lending policies. Your company’s scale and requested amount were flagged as high-risk investments.”

Bruce’s expression only grew stormier, his frown deepening as his forehead creased.

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