The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 478

Chapter 478:

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Meanwhile, inside the room, Rita lay sprawled on the floor, her body a pitiful mess of bruises and torn clothing. She had been reduced to something barely human.

If not for the seething hatred burning inside her—the unyielding rage directed at Corrine—she would have already succumbed to the pain.

The door was now wide open, exposing the twisted scene to the crowd.

Summoning the last of her strength, Rita shoved the man on top of her off with a choked gasp.

“Corrine! I’ll kill you! I swear, I’ll kill you!”

Her shrill cries shattered the eerie stillness of the hall.

All eyes snapped toward Corrine.

Bruce’s entire body radiated fury as he turned to face her, his eyes flashing like a storm ready to break.

“Corrine, what the hell is going on here?”

Before Corrine could respond, Rita, trembling and wide-eyed, crawled forward, clutching desperately at Bruce’s leg.

“It’s all her doing! That vile woman set me up! She tricked me into coming here last night, locked me inside that room, and let those men…”

Her breath hitched in a strangled sob.

“She wanted to ruin me—to disgrace our family! Bruce, you have to do something! If you don’t… I—I can’t live with this!”

Then, without warning, she threw herself toward the wall.

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Fortunately, the crowd’s swift reaction halted Rita’s desperate attempt.

Her heart-wrenching sobs echoed through the hallway, reverberating off the walls and piercing the hearts of every witness present.

The assembled onlookers fixed Corrine with glacial stares, their collective hostility sharp enough to cut through steel.

Yet she maintained her composure, her voice steady and measured.

“You’ve accused me of framing you, but where’s your proof?”

Rita’s weeping subsided momentarily as the weight of those words struck her.

Her vacant gaze settled on Corrine’s unwavering figure, and a devastating realization washed over her.

She had disabled the surveillance system herself earlier, and without that footage, her accusations against Corrine held no substance.

Leah seized the moment to launch her attack.

“Miss Holland, your constant targeting of Rita has crossed an unforgivable line this time!”

Her underlying motive crystallized—she intended to use this incident to orchestrate Corrine’s downfall, potentially leading to imprisonment.

“Direct your grievances toward me if you must, but why target Rita?” Leah continued, her voice trembling with manufactured outrage.

“She’s so young, and you’ve employed such calculated cruelty to destroy her reputation. Isn’t this a deliberate attempt to ruin her life?”

Her inflammatory words ignited the crowd’s fury.

Whispers turned to shouts as accusations flew through the air.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!”

“The more beautiful a woman, the more venomous her strike!”

“Mr. Ashton must be cursed to be saddled with such a troublemaker!”

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