The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 545

Chapter 545:

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“We haven’t seen each other in years, and you don’t know the new me. Let me be clear—you can’t afford to incur my wrath.”

Clarissa looked unfazed as she glanced at Nate, who stood nearby.

“Is it because of him?” she asked, annoyance creeping into her voice.

Over time, through conversations with Leah, Clarissa had tried to uncover the true nature of this mysterious man. Though Leah admitted her knowledge was limited, Clarissa’s intuition told her he was the reason for Corrine’s newfound confidence. Without him, Corrine would crumble.

In the past, Clarissa had effortlessly taken things from Corrine. This time, she was confident it would be no different.

A flicker of irritation crossed Corrine’s face upon noticing Clarissa’s pointed look toward Nate.

“You want to take something from me again?” she challenged, her eyes hardening.

Leah raised an eyebrow at Corrine’s choice of words. Corrine’s casual use of “again” was a calculated dig. Leah then looked at Clarissa with renewed scrutiny.

“What are you talking about?” Clarissa responded, her smile morphing into a disarming expression.

“If I earn something on my own, how can that be stealing? Besides, what truly belongs to you can never be taken away, right? If someone can snatch it from your hands, was it ever really yours?”

Corrine gave Clarissa a long, measured look before letting out a soft, mocking laugh.

“Go ahead and try,” she taunted.

Lаtеѕt сhаptеrѕ ⲅɑⱠռ𝗈νе𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽοｍ

“See if you can take it from me this time.”

With that, Corrine turned on her heel to stride away. As she turned, her eyes briefly met Leah’s, and her stride faltered for a moment.

“By the way, invading someone’s privacy and malicious slander aren’t trivial offenses. You two should decide who’s best equipped to take the fall,” Corrine remarked.

“Are you insane?” Clarissa exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“Are you really going to sue me because of an outsider?”

Leah clenched her fists, her gaze searing into Corrine.

“No matter what, she’s still your sister,” she said.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

“You know my tactics,” Corrine said, facing Leah with an expression as icy as stone.

“If you fall into my hands, you follow my rules.” The Holland family meant nothing to Corrine now.

The woman who once found refuge in the Holland family had vanished on that bitter winter night. Today, she stood as the formidable heiress of the Ford family in Lyhaton.

At the Holland family residence, Dewey’s face turned livid upon learning of the whole story.

“Did Corrine really say that?” he asked.

Clarissa nodded.

“Dad, what are we going to do now? Is Corrine really going to have me arrested?” she asked worriedly.

“I can’t end up in jail. Maybe we should apologize?”

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