The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 480

Chapter 480:

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A suffocating silence followed.

The very next moment, the crowd erupted into an uproar.

“So Rita was lying all along!”

“I never would’ve guessed the truth was like this.”

“No wonder Miss Holland said she deserved it earlier!”

Rita’s face drained of all color. Her hands clenched into trembling fists as she stared at Corrine, fury and panic warring in her eyes.

She never imagined Corrine would have the foresight to record everything.

Corrine turned to Bruce, amusement glinting in her eyes.

“Mr. Ashton, has everything become clear now?”

Bruce stood paralyzed, the weight of his misjudgment evident in his rigid posture.

His features darkened with dawning comprehension.

“You anticipated this, didn’t you? Was this elaborate sequence of events your design from the beginning?”

The accusation in his voice suggested he believed Corrine had orchestrated the entire scenario.

A dismissive laugh escaped her lips.

“Even if I possessed prophetic abilities, Miss Ashton’s choices remain her own, don’t they? Isn’t this simply the natural consequence of her actions?”

The implication hung heavy in the air—had Rita not attempted to harm her, none of this would have transpired.

𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 → gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝖼𝗼𝗺

Even if the Ashton family attempted to hold Corrine accountable, she could easily claim self-defense, and the recording provided irrefutable evidence for potential legal action. Rita had effectively cornered herself.

“Mr. Ashton, attempting to deflect responsibility? Do you take us for fools?”

The cutting remark left Bruce speechless as Corrine’s satisfied smirk widened.

“I may choose not to press charges against the Ashton family today, but rest assured, I’ll preserve this recording.”

She turned with graceful finality, her commanding presence causing the crowd to part instinctively before her.

The simple matter of a missing necklace had unveiled far darker intentions.

“Miss Holland, a moment please.”

An officer’s voice cut through the tension.

Corrine paused mid-stride, turning with elegant composure.

“Is something amiss?”

The officer shifted uncomfortably under her steady gaze.

“As a theft suspect, we must conduct a search. Your cooperation would be appreciated.”

Corrine arched an eyebrow, having nearly forgotten this detail in the drama’s progression.

She extended her arms with unruffled calm, submitting to the search that, predictably, revealed no trace of Leah’s missing necklace.

As she moved to depart, her foot caught a hallway trash can, sending it crashing to the floor with a resounding clatter that drew every eye.

Jocelynn seized the opportunity for theatrics.

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