The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 484

Chapter 484:

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And if that happened, Tracy would never allow her to marry Bruce.

She swallowed hard. No matter what, she could not let that happen.

Leah’s eyes welled up as she reached for Bruce’s arm, her fingers tightening around him like a lifeline.

“Bruce, you have to believe me,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation.

“I swear, I do not know anything about this…”

Bruce did not move. His grip on her arm tightened—not in comfort, but in restraint.

His fingers pressed into her skin, his expression dark with barely contained fury.

“I want to believe you. But the truth is staring me in the face. So tell me, Leah—how am I supposed to?”

Leah’s face drained of color, pain flashing in her eyes as she looked at Bruce, her voice trembling.

“I—I…”

Her fingers clenched at her sides as tears welled up.

“We spent the entire night together. You know I had no time to contact anyone else. And you are well aware that the necklace went missing this morning…”

She swallowed hard, her voice pleading.

“I have always treated Rita like my own sister. How could I possibly scheme against her?”

Bruce’s eyes darkened, his brows drawing together as he studied her intently.

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His piercing gaze was sharp, scrutinizing her as if he could strip away every lie and see straight into her soul.

Sensing his hesitation, Leah softened her voice, her words laced with emotion.

“Bruce, I love you more than I love myself. I know how much the Ashton family means to you. Do you really think I would risk destroying everything… just to go after Corrine?”

For a moment, something in Bruce’s rigid expression faltered.

Seeing this, Corrine let out a quiet, amused laugh.

“Mr. Ashton is not just blind. Seems like he has lost touch with reality altogether.”

She exhaled slowly, shaking her head.

“The future of Ashton Group is looking pretty grim.”

Her voice was light, almost casual, but the bite in her words was unmistakable.

Bruce turned sharply at her remark, frustration flickering across his face as he watched her retreating figure.

Leah, studying his expression carefully, spoke in a measured tone.

“Bruce… the ship has docked. Let’s go back and pack up first.”

Bruce barely spared her a glance.

“You go ahead. I will be fine.”

Before she could respond, he pulled his arm away and strode off without another word.

Leah instinctively reached out, but her fingers grasped only empty air.

Just then, Jocelynn approached, her expression tense.

“Leah, who exactly is Corrine?”

Their carefully orchestrated scheme had unraveled, completely ineffective against Corrine.

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