The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 464

Chapter 464:

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Corrine’s cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness, a stark contrast to the violent shivers racking her body.

The grand hall was saturated with the mingling scents of expensive perfume and the lively clinking of glasses, a symphony of indulgence and high society.

Leah had watched Rita trailing behind Corrine. That alone did not alarm her, but as time passed and Rita failed to return, a slow, creeping unease coiled in Leah’s stomach. She knew Rita’s grudge against Corrine ran deep, festering like a wound that refused to heal. Rita had schemed for a long time, whispering venomous plans of revenge, and Leah had refrained from interfering, silently hoping that Rita would be the one to finally bring Corrine down.

After all, with everything that had transpired, Leah’s hatred had burned to a fever pitch. She wanted Corrine ruined, utterly and irreparably. And Rita? Rita was ruthless enough to do it.

Yet, a restless twitch in Leah’s eyelid sent a foreboding chill down her spine. It was a bad omen, one she could not ignore.

Lost in thought, she idly swirled the wine in her glass, oblivious to Bruce speaking beside her.

“Leah? Leah?”

“Huh?” She blinked, meeting his gaze.

Bruce studied her with mild curiosity, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“What is on your mind?”

𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 → g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏⅽ𝗼𝗺

Leah’s eyes flickered for the briefest moment before she forced a smile.

“Nothing. I am just a little tired.”

She set down her glass and leaned into him, her fingers ghosting over his arm.

“Let us go back to our cabin and rest.”

Bruce chuckled, brushing a hand down her shoulder in an absentminded caress.

“You go ahead. I will wait for Rita.” His eyes scanned the crowd, his tone light but watchful.

Leah’s mind raced. She needed to distance herself from whatever was about to unfold. If things went wrong, she would need an airtight alibi to prove her innocence.

Trailing her fingers from Bruce’s waist up to his chest, she leaned in, her voice a honeyed purr.

“But I want you to come with me…”

Bruce inhaled sharply, his muscles tensing beneath her touch. His grip on her waist tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as a dark flicker passed through his eyes. This little minx knew exactly what she was doing. And she was doing it in public.

He exhaled slowly, reining himself in.

“Do you want me to carry you?”

Leah giggled, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“No, thank you.”

Just as they turned to leave, they nearly collided with Nate.

A suffocating energy radiated off him, his presence dark and crackling with barely restrained fury. His usual easy confidence was gone, replaced by something raw and menacing.

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