The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 322

Chapter 322:

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Fighting his own unease, Matias maintained his composure.

“Mr. Hopkins, the marketing department’s report has reached its conclusion.”

“Alright.” Nate nodded once, then declared, “This meeting is adjourned.”

A collective sigh of relief rippled through the room.

Back in his office, Nate reached out to Corrine.

“What time will you finish tonight? I can arrange transportation.”

“That’s thoughtful of you, but I’ll pass,” Corrine responded, aware of Karina’s tendency to drag out their celebrations well into the night.

“Our revelry will undoubtedly stretch into the late hours.”

She paused, then added, “Other matters require my attention. I must go.”

Ending the call, Corrine surveyed the café scene before her. The Ashton family’s vehicle was parked nearby, an early arrival evident.

A knowing smile crossed her face.

So, they had come early. Clearly, they had been waiting for a while.

“Hello, Miss Holland,” Millard rose, projecting warmth.

“The card’s access code is six zeros.”

Corrine settled into her seat, her gaze assessing both Millard and Tracy.

“The transfer documentation?”

“Right here!” Tracy said, her nervous energy evident as she produced the papers.

“Your signature will finalize everything.”

Corrine examined the documents carefully before applying her signature.

Millard and Tracy exchanged a glance of unmistakable relief.

“Miss Holland, having fulfilled your terms, might we proceed with the lawsuit’s withdrawal?” Millard ventured cautiously.

Corrine lifted her gaze, her refined features maintaining a professional distance.

“Indeed.”

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Tracy barely contained her elation, clutching Millard’s hand while harboring growing animosity toward Corrine. Their initial plan to humble her had backfired spectacularly, costing them both reputation and resources. Yet, circumstances forced them to swallow their pride.

Bruce, observing from his vehicle, had intended to join Millard, but Clive’s call had interrupted his plans.

“Mr. Hayes, what news regarding my inquiry?”

“Mr. Ashton, investigations reveal the surname Seymour attached to your company’s scrutiny,” Clive reported. Bruce’s expression darkened.

“Seymour?”

The unexpected connection to that family name stirred unease in his thoughts. Composing himself, Bruce responded, “Mr. Hayes, I assure you, I’ve maintained distance from the Seymour family.”

Despite his unceremonious removal from Fatima Seymour’s wedding celebration, Bruce had chosen discretion over confrontation. The possibility of having somehow provoked their ire puzzled him.

“Mr. Hayes, might there be an error in these findings?” Bruce questioned, uncertainty threading through his words.

Clive questioned, “Are you sure about this?”

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