The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 368

Chapter 368:

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“Surely the Ashton heiress can’t fall to someone without connections,” another reasoned.

“Perhaps appearances deceive,” a third cautioned.

“This woman carries herself with remarkable distinction.”

Corrine observed her opponents with serene amusement while dread crept through Leah’s consciousness. It was subtle, but Leah could sense it—like the slow tightening of an invisible noose. It felt as if she was being lured into a trap, yet she couldn’t quite pinpoint how.

Just as she was about to speak, Rita, caught up in the heat of the moment, blurted out, “Fine! Let’s make it a bet!”

From the very beginning, she had set this wager to crush Corrine completely. To her, Corrine was just a woman clinging to some wealthy benefactor, her presence in high society nothing but a fleeting illusion. And yet here she was, daring to challenge her—the heiress of the Ashton family—right in front of Leah, whose connections ran even deeper.

The terms Corrine proposed? They were nothing more than a grave she had dug for herself.

A smug smile curled Rita’s lips.

“Perfect. With all these witnesses, no one can back out when they lose.”

“Fine by me.” Corrine’s voice was as calm as ever, smooth and composed. Her expression was eerily tranquil, like still water reflecting the sky—deceptively peaceful, yet capable of swallowing anything that dared to disturb its depths.

From her seat on the sofa, Karina smirked, amusement flickering in her gaze. She glanced at Leah and Rita. The real show was about to begin. And what was a grand spectacle without an audience?

Casually, she pulled out her phone, tapped into a live-streaming app, and aimed the camera squarely at Corrine and her soon-to-be humiliated opponents.

Meanwhile, miles away, Matias—watching the stream online—could barely contain his excitement as he turned to Nate.

“Sir,” he said, his voice tinged with urgency.

Nate, who had been lounging lazily, lifted his gaze, his sharp eyes flicking toward Matias with a chilling intensity. That single look was enough to make Matias tense up. He swallowed hard, steadied himself, and carefully handed over his phone.

𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝑔ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿ⅽ𝗈𝗺

“It’s Miss Holland…”

In the next instant, Nate took the phone from Matias, his expression unreadable.

Nate was tuned into the live stream. When Corrine’s tall, graceful silhouette appeared, the usual chill in his eyes gave way to a fleeting warmth.

“Sir…” Matias called out.

“Shut up!” Nate cut in, his voice cold.

Corrine’s voice then resonated with poise.

“Should I emerge victorious, not only will you kneel, apologize, crawl before me, and bark like a dog, but you’ll also perform a pole dance in the center of the square!”

Matias, who had been standing close to Nate, was visibly taken aback. The Burgess family had long-standing ties in Lyhaton, while the Ashtons had only recently established their own strong influence. Corrine’s demands for such public humiliation were a direct challenge to the pride of both families. The situation worsened as the inexperienced Ashton heiress naively accepted the bet.

With a soft sigh, Matias felt sympathy for the foolish Ashton daughter who had walked right into a trap. In Lyhaton, did anyone rival the Ford family’s riches? Bidding against Corrine was essentially courting disaster.

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