The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 299

Chapter 299:

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After what felt like an eternity, he responded with forced composure, “I understand. Thank you for your efforts during this time.”

As soon as the call ended, his jaw clenched, fighting to contain his growing fury.

Something felt terribly wrong.

Their previously smooth journey had hit an inexplicable roadblock. Could the Ford family be pulling strings behind the scenes?

Yet, if they truly sought revenge, surely their approach would have been more severe.

Pushing these troubling thoughts aside, Bruce focused on his immediate priority: finding Corrine and attempting to calm her fury.

As fate would have it, their arrival at Ford Group coincided with Corrine preparing to leave in a vehicle.

Without hesitation, Bruce lowered his window and called out, “Corrine!”

Her eyes narrowed as she watched him hastily exit his car and stride toward her.

From within the vehicle, Nate observed Bruce’s approach, his features darkening with barely concealed displeasure.

“Wait for me,” Corrine murmured, leaning down to speak to Nate through the window.

Corrine stood with effortless elegance in her champagne silk dress and light blazer, the delicate fabric dancing in the breeze against her long legs. Her natural confidence and striking beauty commanded attention, and now, wrapped in an aura of cool detachment, she seemed even more magnetic.

Bruce’s eyes darted to the car beside her, its windows tinted a deep black that concealed the occupant within. Though he couldn’t see them, instinct told him it was the same person he’d encountered before.

Perhaps driven by pride, or a desperate need to prove his significance to Corrine, Bruce carefully considered his next words before saying, “Could we talk alone for a moment?”

A sardonic laugh escaped Corrine’s lips.

“Let’s talk here. After all, my boyfriend is the jealous type.”

𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲: g․𝗮𝗅𝗇․𝗈ν․𝖊．𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗈．𝗆

Her words struck Bruce like physical blows, sending a deep, spreading ache through his chest as his hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

“Mr. Ashton, did you come here just to clench your fists?” Corrine’s gaze swept meaningfully over his white-knuckled hands as she released another deliberately casual laugh.

Caught off guard, Bruce drew a steadying breath before retrieving a bank card from his pocket.

“Take this. The password is your birth date.”

Corrine’s eyebrow arched delicately.

“What do you mean by this, Mr. Ashton?”

“I’m here to apologize on behalf of Rita… no, on behalf of the entire Ashton family.” Bruce paused, his words heavy with sincerity.

“Rita is young and reckless. She acts without thinking. Please don’t hold this against her. This time, it’s the Ashton family that owes you. Take this money as compensation.”

A ghost of a smile played across Corrine’s lips as she lowered her gaze, masking the turbulent emotions in her eyes. Her usual composure had cracked, revealing something fierce and dangerous beneath.

“What is this? A carrot-and-stick approach?” The words dripped with venom.

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