The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 369

Chapter 369:

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While Nate remained engrossed in the stream, Matias paused briefly before cautiously suggesting, “Sir, perhaps we should assist Miss Holland?”

Nate glanced at Matias and responded firmly, “There’s no need.”

Corrine always preferred handling her own battles without anyone stepping in uninvited. An unexpected appearance from him might disrupt her composure and throw off her strategy.

Returning Matias’ phone to him, Nate fetched his own to continue watching the stream.

Corrine’s natural poise and authoritative aura shone through even the remote camera’s lens. Her mere presence commanded attention. Yet beneath her striking looks, a fierce determination was evident. Her face, blending amusement with icy grace, appeared both enchanting and formidable. Nate had no concerns for Corrine; instead, he almost pitied those naive enough to oppose her.

His gaze sharpened, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he suggested, “We should head to Modern Square.”

Matias found himself chuckling quietly at the unfolding drama. Nate, as usual, was reluctant to let Corrine handle the situation on her own. As their car sped along, they watched the live broadcast where Corrine and Leah’s bidding war intensified.

“Two million!” Leah opened the bidding confidently. She then gave Corrine a seemingly naive look and added, “Miss Holland, I don’t mean to compete or flaunt my wealth, but I desperately need this outfit…”

Disinterested in Leah’s performance, Corrine casually raised the bid.

“Two and a half million.”

“Are you playing games with us, Corrine?” Rita demanded, visibly upset.

“You only upped it by five hundred thousand after our two million bid. Are you just trying to provoke us?”

With an innocent look, Corrine replied, “We agreed to a fair contest, didn’t we? The highest offer wins. There was never a limit set on the increments, correct?”

Rita clenched her jaw, infuriated. Damn it! How did Corrine manage to twist the situation to her advantage? A sharp, knowing glint flickered in Leah’s eyes, though she kept her smile steady as she faced Corrine.

It seemed Corrine wouldn’t back down easily. With a subtle glance downward to conceal her rising irritation, Leah retorted, “Three million.”

𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔: g⧉𝗮⧉𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲⧉𝗅𝘀.⧉ⅽ𝗈⧉𝗆

“Three and a half million,” Corrine responded.

Regardless of Leah’s offers, Corrine consistently added half a million more. The price for the limited edition suit had escalated to six million, twice its initial value.

Sweat beaded on Leah’s forehead as she glowered at Corrine, her jaw set in determination.

Corrine maintained perfect composure as she met Leah’s gaze, her voice carrying an edge of ice.

“The Burgess family’s factories have been closing one by one since that unfortunate tax scandal, yet here you are, spending so lavishly. Perhaps the whispers about your family’s financial troubles are mistaken. No doubt the Burgess empire will soon reclaim its former glory.”

Sarcasm dripped from every carefully chosen word.

Leah’s eyes hardened to steel as her fingers curled into tight fists, manicured nails biting into her palms. The pain barely registered through her rising anger.

Everything had unraveled since Corey’s questioning, forcing him to make devastating choices for their business’s survival. He had attributed his departure to health concerns, but Corrine’s pointed remarks were now stoking the flames of suspicion around their family’s predicament.

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