The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 398

Chapter 398:

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“Corrine, even if the Ford family shields you, you are still an outsider. I, on the other hand, am the legitimate daughter of the Hoffman family. If you so much as lay a hand on me, rest assured my family will not stand idly by.” The invocation of the Hoffman name lent her a flicker of confidence. She lifted her chin slightly, a ghost of arrogance returning to her features.

Corrine advanced at a leisurely pace, a predator savoring the moment before the pounce. With Callie pinned against the sink, she leaned in just enough to ensure her words coiled tightly around her target.

“Do you really think the Hoffman family would risk offending the Ford family for your sake? Know your place; why bring humiliation upon yourself?”

She reached up, fingers deftly smoothing Callie’s tousled hair, a gesture both maternal and condescending. She added, “Be wise, Callie. Don’t throw away all the admiration you’ve basked in since childhood. You are, after all, the brilliant and exemplary debutante, Miss Hoffman.”

Her voice was light, almost teasing, yet the words sliced through Callie like a blade wrapped in silk.

At that moment, restraint unraveled like a frayed ribbon, giving way to the tempest brewing within her—anger, resentment, and defiance that had long been smothered beneath the weight of expectation.

Callie barely registered the consequences of her earlier attempted slap. She only saw Corrine’s retreating figure, and something in her snapped. Without hesitation, she snatched up her bag and hurled it with all her strength, aiming straight for the back of Corrine’s head.

“I’m not done with you!”

Corrine exhaled, the sigh of someone too accustomed to handling the recklessness of others. Was this really the same smart Callie?

She sidestepped effortlessly, the bag missing its mark, and before Callie could react, Corrine seized her wrist. In one swift, practiced motion, she twisted Callie’s arm behind her back and pinned her against the cool, unforgiving wall beside the restroom door.

Callie’s face burned, frustration seeping through the cracks of her carefully applied makeup.

“Let go! I’m not finished with you!”

But her struggling was in vain. No matter how much she fought, she was no match for Corrine’s steady grip.

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In contrast, Corrine remained composed, as if restraining an enraged kitten rather than a grown woman.

“Callie, I don’t chase approval like a beggar in a storm. I only return what is given. If you have an issue with Aunt Chelsea playing favoritism, then take it up with her. But don’t make a spectacle of yourself with me. Others may tread lightly around you because of the Hoffman name, but I will not.”

She leaned in slightly, her voice as even as still water, yet carrying an undeniable edge.

“You may not give a damn about the ruin you bring upon yourself, but at least consider the family that has upheld your name. Think about that.”

At that moment, Callie’s face twisted, her expression darkening in an instant. It wasn’t about pride or bruised ego—she knew exactly how indulgent the Ford family was when it came to Corrine.

Jayden, the secretary-general, and Waldo, one of the most formidable lawyers in the country, spoiled their niece without restraint.

If she truly crossed Corrine, the Ford family wouldn’t let it slide, and the Hoffmans wouldn’t be able to escape the consequences either.

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