The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 459

Chapter 459:

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Understanding dawned on Calan instantly. He cleared his throat.

“Honey, should we… lower our standards a bit?”

Ever since Meg had informed him that Corrine was the heiress of the powerful Ford family in Lyhaton, he had regretted his earlier indifference toward her. After all, how could he expect the heir to Lyhaton’s wealthiest dynasty to seek their approval?

Yet, what baffled him most was Bruce’s decision. Had the man lost his mind? How could he choose Leah—a young woman from the declining Burgess family—over the Ford heiress?

Meg, however, remained focused on Corrine, utterly ignoring her husband’s advice.

“Where is Griffin?”

Calan exhaled heavily, sensing where this was going.

“Honey, Miss…”

“Holland already has a boyfriend. Let it go.”

He offered her the herbal tea once more.

“Here. Drink this.”

Meg took a casual sip, her tone dismissive, but her meaning was clear.

“If they’re not married, there’s still hope.” Calan was at a loss for words.

She added, “Besides, marriage isn’t always permanent. That’s what you said when you were pursuing me.”

Calan blinked, caught off guard. He had no response to that.

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Just then, Bruce approached, his posture composed yet respectful.

“Mr. Archer, if you have a moment, I’d like to speak with you privately.”

The warmth in Calan’s expression faded instantly, replaced by his usual measured seriousness. His gaze swept over Bruce, assessing him before he placed a firm hand on the younger man’s shoulder.

“Mr. Ashton, this is a rare evening to unwind. Why not enjoy yourself at the banquet instead?”

Bruce hesitated for a fraction of a second before offering a polite smile.

“Of course.”

Calan did not linger.

“We will take our leave,” he said smoothly, taking Meg’s hand and leading her away.

Bruce remained rooted in place, his fingers tightening around his glass as he watched the couple disappear into the crowd. Then, in one swift motion, he downed his drink.

Leah approached quietly, her voice gentle.

“Bruce, how did it go? Was Mr. Archer receptive?”

Bruce glanced down at her, the weight of his thoughts evident in his expression. He shook his head slightly.

His instincts told him this trip would be anything but easy.

The moment Corrine finished her performance, couples began making their way to the dance floor. The elegant waltz filled the grand hall, and soon enough, men started approaching her, each extending an invitation. She turned them all down without hesitation.

Karina, watching the scene unfold, swirled the wine in her glass, amusement flickering in her gaze.

“Tsk, tsk. Corrine, you’re as popular as always,” she mused, a teasing lilt in her voice.

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