The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 512

Chapter 512:

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She methodically dried her hands, her lips curving into a calculated smile.

“Clarissa, your talent for claiming others’ possessions never ceases to amaze. Is this your measure of cleverness? Or perhaps it’s genetic? Indeed, like mother, like daughter.”

There was no mistaking the bite in her words, the mockery laced within them.

Clarissa maintained her composure, her serenity undisturbed by the verbal assault.

“My acquisitive nature isn’t universal—you’re my chosen target.”

Her clear eyes locked with Corrine’s as her smile widened playfully.

“I always believed you could maintain your cold indifference regardless of circumstances. But now…”

Before she could complete her thought, Corrine’s hand shot forward, fingers wrapping around Clarissa’s throat in one fluid motion.

Corrine’s hand, ice-cold against Clarissa’s neck, made her flinch on instinct.

The grip tightened, pressing hard enough to leave Clarissa gasping for air.

A flush crept up her face as the suffocating pressure mounted.

She pushed against Corrine’s hand, her brow creased as she struggled to force out a single breath.

“Are you really this easily provoked?”

Clarissa lifted her chin, her gaze locking onto Corrine’s with a strange steadiness.

More 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝓲𝓷 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺

There was no fear—no panic. Only an unsettling calm, tinged with something almost taunting.

Corrine stared down at her, pinned against the cold wall, a flicker of malice glinting in her eyes.

Slowly, she leaned in close and whispered near Clarissa’s ear, her voice laced with venom.

“Clarissa Holland, I’m warning you—stay away from him.”

Clarissa’s lips curled into a playful smirk.

“Looks like you care more than you let on.”

Corrine’s eyes darkened, her fingers digging in harder.

“Say one more word, and I swear, you’ll never speak again.”

The tension in her hand betrayed the restraint she was barely holding onto, her glare searing into Clarissa’s face.

“And don’t ever call me your sister again. The Holland family means nothing to me.”

“If you don’t want to hear it, I won’t say it again.”

Clarissa blinked up at her, her glassy eyes shimmering with unshed tears, catching the dim light like polished crystal.

Corrine let out a sharp scoff and shoved her away, releasing her grip.

Clarissa staggered but caught herself, leaning against the wall as she rubbed her sore neck.

“Dad’s birthday is next week. Are you going to visit him? He’s been thinking about you all these years.”

Corrine shot her a sidelong glance before letting out a low, bitter laugh.

“Thinking about me? Or just wondering if I’m still alive?”

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, never sparing a glance back.

By sheer chance, as she stepped out, she brushed past Leah, whose eyes widened in shock.

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