The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 471

Chapter 471:

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“What gives you the right to demand a search?” she said smoothly.

“Barging into my room without my consent is a violation of privacy. And if you do, be prepared to deal with legal consequences.”

The threat hung in the air, crisp and unyielding. But to Leah, Corrine’s resistance reeked of guilt. And that implied that she was hiding something.

“Miss Holland, I understand this approach may seem a bit inappropriate, but we wouldn’t have resorted to it if we could handle this matter privately,” Leah countered.

“Besides, this debacle unfolded at Mr. and Mrs. Archer’s charity event. If the news breaks, it could tarnish everyone involved.”

“Is that so?” Corrine replied with a sneer, eyeing Leah as though she were a character in a second-rate play.

“There’s nothing hidden in this room. You might as well take your entourage and depart.” With that, she turned to push open her room door.

From the crowd, a taunting voice called out, “You claim innocence, yet why the secrecy? Why not let us all take a peek inside? Scared of what we might find?”

Corrine’s eyes narrowed sharply, her gaze cutting through the crowd to the source of the challenge.

That voice belonged to Leah’s friend and high school classmate.

“So it’s you, Miss Jocelynn Mason,” Corrine said.

Jocelynn, caught off guard by the recognition, eyed Corrine cautiously.

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“You know me?”

“Miss Mason, you and Miss Burgess are well-known figures from Pinetree High School. Of course, I’ve heard of you,” Corrine responded. The mention of Pinetree High School subtly shifted the expressions of both Leah and Jocelynn.

A trace of anxiety flickered in Jocelynn’s eyes as she glanced at Leah, who subtly nodded to her.

Gathering her resolve, Jocelynn cleared her throat and redirected the conversation.

“If you’re truly innocent, why not open the door and let us verify? Everyone else has agreed to have their rooms inspected; what are you afraid of? It seems like you’re hiding something.”

“That’s right! Everyone’s cooperating. Why the hesitation?” chimed in another voice.

“You shout about innocence, yet you won’t let us search. The missing necklace must be with her,” another accused.

“Look how nervous she is. There’s definitely something scandalous in that room,” someone else speculated.

“Let’s just barge in and see for ourselves,” suggested another.

Corrine scoffed, her gaze sweeping the agitated crowd before settling on Leah.

“Miss Burgess, you’re so eager to search my room. Do you have any proof? Without evidence, this is nothing more than a baseless accusation.”

Her commanding presence rendered Leah speechless.

Leah began, her eyes downcast as she adopted a woeful demeanor.

“I only want to find my necklace, which holds immense value to me. How does that imply I’m framing anyone? You claim innocence, yet you provide no proof either.”

Just then, Calan appeared, drawn by the noise.

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