The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 585

Chapter 585:

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Bruce’s expression darkened, his grip on the phone turning his knuckles white.

“Corrine, you are going up against the Burgess family. Do you really think they will let you off easily?”

Corrine remained unfazed. With a slow, deliberate motion, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“The Burgess family is barely holding on. If they insist on digging their own grave, I will not hesitate to make them all disappear from Lyhaton.”

“Corrine—”

The line went dead before Bruce could finish his sentence.

For a long moment, he stood frozen. His hand trembled slightly as he lowered the phone.

On the couch, Leah stared at him, her tear-filled eyes searching his face for reassurance. Her lips quivered, her voice coming out small and fragile.

“Bruce, is she really not going to let me off the hook?”

He did not answer right away. Instead, he studied her, his gaze unreadable.

Leah dropped her eyes, her shoulders trembling as tears spilled down her cheeks.

“I never imagined things would escalate like this,” she admitted, her voice thick with regret.

“Clarissa told me Corrine was her sister. She hinted that Corrine had been kicked out of her family over some past mistake. I was curious, so I asked a few questions, but I never thought Clarissa would twist my words like that. Now that everything has spiraled out of control, I know I share the blame. I thought I could use Corrine’s weaknesses against her, but instead, I have only made things worse…”

Her soft sobs filled the room, the weight of the situation pressing down on them both. Bruce exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples as frustration clawed at him. He forced himself to remain composed, though his patience was thinning. Stepping forward, he spoke in a low, firm voice.

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“The priority now is finding a strong lawyer. We need to minimize the damage before this gets any worse.”

Leah sniffled and nodded quickly, fumbling for her phone.

“Alright, I will contact a lawyer right away.”

The day of the Pinetree High School bullying trial arrived swiftly. That morning, Corrine, Jolene, Karina, and Natasha arrived at the courthouse entrance, their presence commanding attention.

Jolene, a well-known model, was instantly recognized. The moment she appeared, reporters surged toward her, microphones and cameras flashing like relentless fireflies.

“Jolene, your reputation has taken a hit with all the rumors circulating online. What do you have to say about them?”

“It has been days since the incident, and you have remained silent. Does your silence mean you are admitting to the accusations?”

Before Jolene could react, Waldo stepped in, his stance protective.

“My client will not be giving any interviews.” His voice was curt, leaving no room for argument as he guided Jolene past the crowd.

At precisely 10:00 AM, the courtroom doors closed, and the trial officially began.

Jolene and the Pinetree couple sat at the plaintiffs’ table, while Leah occupied the defendant’s seat, her face unreadable, her posture rigid.

“Miss Burgess, you did not tell me the opposing counsel was Waldo Ford!” Decker Gray, Leah’s lawyer, went stiff the moment Waldo stepped into the courtroom. His confidence, which had been rock-solid just moments ago, crumbled in an instant.

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