The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 62

Chapter 62:

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“I’ve made reservations at your favorite restaurant for tonight. How about I pick you up later?” Bruce suggested.

“Really?” Leah’s voice brightened almost instantly, the glimmer of excitement cutting through her sadness.

“That’s perfect! Let’s meet at Lonsong Restaurant tonight!”

“Sounds good.”

After he hung up, his demeanor shifted. His gentle expression hardened into a steely resolve as he turned to his assistant.

“I want a full report on the new CEO of Ford Group. Everything there is to know—right now.”

“Yes, sir.” The assistant nodded and left the office without hesitation.

Unaware of the storm brewing elsewhere, Corrine remained busy at her desk, poring over the documents scattered before her.

Her phone buzzed, and the screen displayed an unknown number. She hesitated for a second, frowning slightly before answering.

“Hello?”

“Corrine, it’s Evelyn,” came a familiar voice.

“Can you hear me?”

Her eyes softened, a subtle smile playing at her lips.

“Hello, Evelyn. How are you?”

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“I’m fine—just the usual aches and pains that come with age,” Evelyn said lightly. Then, her voice took on a motherly concern.

“But what about you? I heard you’ve started a new position. Are you settling in alright?”

Though Evelyn didn’t elaborate on where she had heard the news, Corrine couldn’t help but think of Nate’s striking face. The thought sent a soft flutter through her chest.

“1 am,” she replied, keeping her tone measured.

Evelyn let out a sympathetic sigh, her warmth evident even over the phone.

“That’s good to hear. But remember, no matter how busy you are, your health comes first. It’s late—have you had anything to eat?”

Corrine froze for a moment. The thought of Nate waiting for her surfaced abruptly. Was he already at the restaurant? Was he still waiting?

She took a slow breath, steadying herself.

“Thank you for your concern. I’ll grab something after work. You take care of yourself too.”

Evelyn chuckled softly.

“You’re so thoughtful, unlike Nate. That boy is so busy these days, I barely see him. He’s not even coming home for dinner again tonight. I wonder what’s keeping him so occupied all the time.”

Corrine’s heart gave a small, inexplicable ache at Evelyn’s casual mention of Nate. But Evelyn continued, her tone light and content, “Anyway, I won’t keep you. Get back to work, dear.”

“Alright.” Corrine ended the call, setting her phone down.

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