The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 441

Chapter 441:

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“Oh, I absolutely will!” Nate exclaimed, his smile audible.

After hanging up, Corrine’s attention was pulled back to her professional duties by another phone call. She hurried back to the company.

Ford Group was currently promoting a concept that merged an ecological park with a resort. This idea serendipitously mirrored the Ashton Group’s project theme.

Ford Group was the clear leader in terms of corporate strength and influence. However, Ashton Group had the upper hand with its knowledge of resorts and ecological parks. Its pioneering Wildheart resort concept had set a new standard for eco-friendly resorts.

“If we could engage Wraithwood Group for the ecological parks planning, that would be fantastic,” one executive said during the meeting.

“That’s just wishful thinking,” another countered.

“I agree. Wraithwood Group has a long-standing partnership with Ashton Group. They won’t switch allegiances easily,” a third executive added.

“I’ll handle this matter,” Corrine interrupted confidently.

All eyes in the room shifted to her.

Corrine had personally brought Calan, the owner of Wraithwood Group, on board as an investor for the Ashton family. Given Ashton Group’s recent scandals, Calan’s enthusiasm for their projects had waned. Corrine could use this to her advantage.

The upcoming charity auction presented a perfect opportunity.

The day of the charity event swiftly arrived. Rumor had it that Calan and his wife, Meg Archer, had fallen in love at first sight on a cruise in their youth. Calan had even moved from his native Pinetree City to Lyhaton to win Meg’s heart.

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The event was not only aboard a cruise ship but retraced the couple’s memorable route. It was a nostalgic affair for them and a spectacle of romance for the guests.

Although the Archer family from Pinetree City was lesser-known, Meg hailed from a distinguished family. Her family had military roots that had gradually transitioned into business, maintaining some military connections. Meg also enjoyed a close friendship with Chelsea. The two families had remained closely knitted over the years.

Guests flocked to the event, eager to meet and connect with Meg.

As the cruise ship moored at the pier, a procession of limousines arrived. Women dressed in designer gowns stepped out amidst flashing cameras, exuding opulence. Although security maintained a firm perimeter, the reporters’ zeal to document the occasion remained unquenched.

“Corrine, how would you like to share a cabin with me tonight?” Chelsea proposed, clutching Corrine’s hand.

Corrine immediately recalled Nate’s earlier warning, and her expression flickered momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure.

“Aunt Chelsea, I tend to toss and turn in my sleep. I’d better take the cabin next to yours,” she diplomatically declined.

Chelsea, understanding the need for privacy among young women, didn’t press the issue.

“Sure. Let’s go greet everyone together,” Chelsea suggested.

“Alright,” Corrine agreed, quietly following Chelsea with a glass of wine in hand.

Chelsea and Corrine attracted attention wherever they went.

Clad in a black dress with a square neckline, Corrine’s outfit radiated simple elegance, enhancing her sophisticated aura. A single pearl hairpin held her flowing curls gently in place, adding a touch of grace.

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