The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 303

Chapter 303:

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“It’s not that simple.”

The Ashton family might have set this game in motion, but how it ended—and when—was entirely up to her.

After Bruce returned to the Ashton residence, his phone rang. On the other end, Leah’s voice was soft, filled with emotion.

“Bruce, thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Currently, the online scandal surrounding Corrine’s photos had erupted into chaos. No instigation was needed. The comment sections were already overflowing with cruel insults. The vicious remarks poured in relentlessly, each one sharper than the last. As a result, the gossip about Leah and Bruce naturally lost traction, allowing her to quietly remove the trending topic.

Seeing Corrine’s reputation crumble, reduced to nothing more than a social outcast, Leah felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. But what thrilled her most was that Bruce had sacrificed Corrine’s privacy to protect her instead.

Corrine was utterly powerless against her. She hadn’t even needed to make a move—Corrine had already fallen, defeated. Nothing cuts deeper than betrayal by someone you once loved. Leah had no doubt that Corrine was drowning in that agony right now.

Bruce, however, fell silent, at a loss for words in response to Leah’s gratitude.

“Bruce, my father appreciates everything you’ve done for me. He’d like to invite you over for dinner to thank you in person,” Leah said, her voice pausing ever so slightly.

“Do you have time sometime soon?”

Bruce’s brow furrowed faintly.

“Work’s piling up right now. Can we push it back a little?”

“Alright,” Leah murmured, her tone soft.

“But no matter how busy you are, take care of yourself, Bruce. Otherwise, I’ll worry.”

“Got it.”

After hanging up, Bruce tossed his phone onto the sofa and slumped down, exhaustion weighing him down.

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Tracy came down from the second floor, immediately spotting him sprawled on the sofa. A flicker of urgency crossed her face.

“How did it go? Is everything settled?”

“She won’t forgive,” Bruce answered, his voice devoid of emotion.

Tracy’s lips curled in faint mockery.

“She’s really making this harder than it needs to be. Does she honestly think the Ashton family is afraid of her? With things the way they are, wouldn’t it be smarter to take the money and put this whole mess behind her? Instead, she insists on acting all high and mighty. Now that the scandal is spiraling out of control, does she seriously think her backer is going to come to her rescue?”

“So you’re just going to stand by and do nothing?” A deep, authoritative voice rang out from the doorway.

Bruce abruptly sat up as Farris approached, his cane tapping against the floor with each step. Without hesitation, Bruce rose to his feet and gave a respectful nod.

“Grandpa.”

Tracy, still seething from Farris’ recent scolding, struggled to contain her resentment. Yet, in his presence, she had no choice but to maintain a facade. Forcing a polite expression, she greeted him in a flat tone, “Farris.”

“I want the details about your conversation with Corrine,” Farris’ piercing gaze locked onto Bruce, his scrutiny unwavering.

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