The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 539

Chapter 539:

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Five years ago, it was her trouble that dragged them all into the mess, and now, five years later, they were still caught in its grip.

“Now’s not the time for apologies,” Corrine said coldly, her tone sharp as ice.

She needed to know who had leaked the information and brought reporters to their doorstep.

The Ford family had invested so much in keeping the murder case from five years ago under wraps. They couldn’t let everything unravel now.

Just then, her phone buzzed.

It was Nate calling.

“I’ve had all online activity suspended for the next hour. No updates allowed. And all details on the murder case from five years ago are sealed. No one can report on it.” A surprising warmth washed over Corrine, easing some of the tension she didn’t even realize she had.

Her eyes softened, the sharpness in her gaze fading as she responded, “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll carry the weight for you,” Nate replied firmly.

“Stay where you are. I’m on my way to you.”

“Alright.”

After the call ended, Corrine and the others sat quietly on the hotel sofa, the silence hanging heavy in the air.

“We can’t just sit here all day,” Karina spoke up, her voice laced with impatience.

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“Why don’t we split up and sneak out through the back doors?”

Jerome interjected just in time, his voice firm and clear, “Miss Brooks, both the front and back doors are blocked by reporters.”

Karina muttered a curse under her breath, frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

At that moment, Jolene, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa, the smoke from her cigarette curling lazily around her, finally spoke.

“These reporters came prepared. Someone must have leaked the information ahead of time. They’ve clearly gone to great lengths dredging up that old case. It’s obvious they’re targeting the four of us.”

In a world where information spread like wildfire, bad news was the easiest to spread. By resurrecting the ghosts of their high school days, it was clear their goal was to ruin their reputations, turning them into pariahs in the eyes of the public.

The sheer effort it took to keep the murder case under wraps for so long, only to see it threatened by shameless reporters, was enough to make their blood boil.

Corrine sat still on the sofa, her gaze sharp and her voice steady.

“If they want to wait, let them wait.”

They simply waited to see who would crack first. But still, the tension was palpable. A heavy silence fell over the room, each face etched with worry, the weight of the situation settling like a cold mist.

Alina’s gaze swept across the group, her heart aching as regret lanced through her. Her eyes welled up, the sting of tears threatening to spill over. With a sudden burst of determination, she rose to her feet, her voice breaking with resolve.

“No matter what, this is all my fault. I’ll go out and explain everything to them.”

“Mom!” Natasha was on her feet in an instant, grabbing Alina’s hand with urgency.

“If you go out there now, they won’t believe a single word you say.”

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