The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 473

Chapter 473:

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She gave the group a pointed look, her gaze finally resting on Leah.

“If they are just rumors, then I can sue for defamation,” she continued.

“Doubt me? Go ahead and try!”

At her words, everyone looked down as if deflated. They realized that even a glance in Corrine’s direction might make them a target. They had come to stir the pot and enjoy the drama, not to become embroiled in a lawsuit.

Leah saw the once righteous guests now silent, and her anger and frustration simmered within. Her hands clenched at her sides, yet her face still wore an expression of grievance.

“Bruce, what should we do?” she hissed.

Upon seeing her tear-streaked face, Bruce frowned and gently squeezed her shoulder. He then looked up and turned to Corrine, his gaze darkening.

“Open the door,” he ordered.

Corrine lifted her chin, her expression hardening into ice.

“Why should I let you in?”

Bruce’s frown deepened as he observed her unwavering resolve. He advanced a step, determined to force his way through, but Corrine’s arm shot out like a barrier between them.

“Corrine, what are you trying to accomplish here?” Bruce’s voice cut through the tension, sharp as steel.

“This matter could have been resolved quietly. Why involve the authorities? Is that what you truly want?”

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She cast him a sidelong glance, weariness and irritation mingling in her features.

“I’ve already made it clear—what you’re searching for isn’t in my room.”

“Then why prevent us from looking?” Bruce pressed, his patience wearing thin.

A knowing smile played at the corners of Corrine’s lips.

“Simply because there are matters I prefer to keep private.”

Nearby, Leah could barely contain her satisfaction. Events were unfolding precisely according to Rita’s scheme. If they could just breach that room, Corrine’s carefully crafted reputation would crumble to dust.

Anticipation danced in her eyes as she stepped forward.

“Since Miss Holland has made her position so evident,” Leah interjected with calculated sweetness, “perhaps Bruce and I should conduct the search ourselves? After all, it’s my missing necklace—it’s only fair that I lead the investigation.” She strode purposefully toward Corrine’s room.

Corrine, seeing through Leah’s transparent ploy, seized her arm without hesitation. Her eyes glinted dangerously.

“Miss Burgess, consider your next move carefully.”

During their exchange, Leah and Bruce shared a fleeting but meaningful glance. Understanding the silent signal, Bruce darted into the room.

“Bruce!” Corrine struggled against Leah’s unexpectedly firm grip.

Leah met her resistance with mock sympathy.

“Miss Holland, this isn’t personal. Should we discover anything… inappropriate, I hope you won’t hold it against me.”

Corrine gazed down at her captor, and suddenly, a deep, knowing smile transformed her features.

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