The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 356

Chapter 356:

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His eyes then drifted to the tiara on the coffee table, narrowing briefly.

“That tiara…”

Wasn’t the tiara sold to the supreme member last night? Why was it here?

Could it be that the man with Corrine last night was the supreme member?

Jacob quickly averted his gaze, masking his reaction.

Sensing Jacob might probe too deeply, Corrine hastened to say, “A friend asked me to keep it safe temporarily.”

Jacob locked eyes with Corrine, his gaze deep and unreadable.

“If that’s the case, Miss Holland, make sure it’s well-guarded.”

After a brief pause, he added, “I should be going now. Be well, Miss Holland.”

“Take care.”

Once Jacob had departed, Corrine changed her clothes before heading to Maple Grove Villa.

Maple Grove Villa, a haven for political figures, boasted even tighter security than the most exclusive residential areas.

The guards at the gate, upon recognizing the pass on Jules’ car, immediately allowed them through.

Bruce had been busy running around for Ashton Group’s suspended project, hoping for quick approval from the authorities.

He had just left Clive’s house and bent down to get into the car when his assistant said, “Mr. Ashton, is that… Miss Holland?”

Bruce’s eyes snapped open at his words.

He sat upright, peering through the gap between the front seats to look ahead. He happened to see a black luxury car drive by. The window was half-open, revealing Corrine’s captivating beauty.

Why was Corrine here?

His eyes narrowed, a cold glint in them.

“Follow her and see what’s going on!” He wanted to see what Corrine was planning this time.

𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙩 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶ⅽ𝗈𝗺

“Keep a distance. Don’t alert them.”

“Understood.”

Jayden’s house had a better location than Clive’s.

The white villa was surrounded by a garden full of blooming flowers, exuding a sense of warmth and liveliness amidst the coolness. Corrine knew that was all thanks to Chelsea, Jayden’s wife.

“Mr. Ashton, isn’t that the house of Mr. Jayden Ford, the Secretary General?” The assistant caught a glimpse of Bruce’s dark expression and swallowed the rest of his words.

Under their watchful eyes, the car door opened.

Jules got out first, then walked around to the passenger side to help Corrine out.

He naturally took the item from Corrine’s hands, and the two walked side by side toward the white villa, chatting and laughing along the way.

Bruce frowned deeply, his hand gripping the headrest of the passenger seat tightly.

Was Corrine now aligning herself with Carl’s grandson?

Although today was Chelsea’s birthday, she had been busy preparing all day since she learned Corrine would be coming.

“Make sure the braised chicken wings are tender; Corrine likes them falling off the bone, but not too mushy. Prepare mango brûlée for dessert. Oh, and bring out that bottle of my treasured red wine from the storage room.”

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