The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 490

Chapter 490:

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Yet, despite all her carefully curated efforts, Corrine had managed to win Meg over with something as simple as a few school supplies.

Leah could not understand why.

The journey to the orphanage was long, so the Archer family had arranged for a small bus to transport the group.

Calan, ever meticulous, had also assigned staff to accompany them, ensuring everything ran smoothly.

As the final bags were loaded onto the bus, everyone settled into their seats.

Leah deliberately chose the seat next to Corrine, her expression frosty as she turned toward her.

“Corrine, what exactly are you trying to do?”

The notion that Corrine’s sudden appearance was mere coincidence was something Leah refused to believe.

“Why should I tell you?” Corrine arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.

Leah’s breath hitched, frustration flaring in her chest. Her gaze darted toward Meg, seated in the front row. Gritting her teeth, she leaned in and hissed, “Whatever you are plotting, I suggest you stay in your lane.”

Corrine barely spared her a glance, her attention shifting lazily to her phone. Then, with an almost bored air, she lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Leah.

“Is Bruce using you to approach Meg for Calan’s investment?”

gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈n – 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼

A sharp pang of alarm shot through Leah. Her composure faltered, her expression tightening.

“How do you know that?” she demanded, suspicion thick in her voice.

Corrine chuckled, the sound light yet dripping with amusement.

“Because with you involved, I have nothing to worry about.”

Leah stiffened, her face darkening at the contempt woven into Corrine’s words.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” Corrine met her gaze, a slow, taunting smile playing on her lips.

“But don’t get too comfortable—I will not let you succeed.”

Leah’s temper snapped like a taut wire.

“Corrine, I am warning you! Stay out of this, or you will be playing with fire!”

She meant every word. The Ashton Group’s future hinged on securing this investment, and any interference could unravel everything.

But Corrine? She had no intention of backing down.

She wanted the Ashton family to watch helplessly as everything they held dear crumbled to dust.

The two-hour drive passed in tense silence, and when the bus finally came to a halt, it did so with a slight jolt.

Corrine stepped out, taking in the bleak surroundings. The open space before them was unremarkable, save for the orphanage standing in quiet defiance amid the desolation.

A woman waited at the entrance—the director, who had been informed of their visit.

The staff members worked quickly, unloading supplies from the bus. Corrine studied the area with a discerning eye.

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