The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 61
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Chapter 61:
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With its rapid advancement, Ashton Group had gained the attention of many venerable firms, a development Corrine found unsurprising given its status as a competitive threat.
Brighton Group, though deeply rooted in Lyhaton’s history, remained mysterious, with its leader cloaked in secrecy. Unlike the Ford family’s obvious influence, Brighton Group operated more like a behind-the-scenes force, subtly shaping Lyhaton’s major changes.
“When will the bidding event take place?” Corrine asked, setting her pen aside and adopting a grave expression.
“Next Tuesday,” the manager replied promptly.
“This project is crucial for us. We have to secure it.”
“Yes, Miss Holland!”
As Corrine left the meeting room, the onlookers couldn’t help but speculate about her apparent disdain for both Ashton Group and Leah, though the reasons behind it remained a mystery.
Meanwhile, Bruce, who had just learned of Ford Group’s bid for the southern district land, tightened his grip on his lighter, his eyes narrowing as he turned to his assistant.
“Did you say Ford Group is entering the bid?”
“That’s correct,” his assistant said.
“I’ve just been informed. The new head of Ford Group is Carl Ford’s granddaughter, freshly back from her studies abroad.”
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Bruce’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
“The sheltered heiress thinks she’s ready for the real world, does she?”
“How shall we proceed with our bid next Tuesday?” the assistant asked, treading lightly.
Bruce slowly lowered his gaze and said firmly, “We must win!”
Acquiring the southern district land would significantly strengthen Ashton Group’s future. He was determined to capitalize on this opportunity.
At that moment, his phone buzzed.
Leah was on the line, distressed.
“Bruce, Ford Group has scrapped my endorsement deal!”
“What’s happening?” Bruce’s brow furrowed with concern.
On the other end of the line, Leah’s voice trembled with sadness.
“I don’t know. The new CEO of Ford Group thinks I don’t fit the image anymore. Everything was set. We were supposed to sign the contract this afternoon, and now I have nothing.”
Bruce understood the significance of being the spokesperson for Ford, even without Leah’s explanation. He had counted on her endorsement to elevate Ashton Group’s visibility. Who could have predicted that everything would unravel at the last moment due to the new CEO’s decision?
His expression darkened, but he spoke softly to reassure Leah.
“It’s just an endorsement. Don’t lose hope. Something better will come along.”
“But I’m really upset,” Leah admitted, her voice heavy with disappointment.
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