The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 70

Chapter 70:

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“I’m just worried it’s unsafe for her to be out alone so late. Since you don’t want to see her, let’s just pretend we didn’t notice.”

Despite her words, a soft, placating smile tugged at her lips, a smile that made Bruce’s chest tighten. He sighed, giving in.

“If you insist, go ahead and ask her. I’ll get the car.”

“Alright,” Leah said, her face lighting up as if she’d won a small victory.

“I knew you’d always care for me, Bruce.”

Once Bruce turned to walk away, Leah’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a calculating glint in her eyes.

She moved toward Corrine slowly, her gaze cold and sharp as she stared at Corrine’s unguarded back.

Leah crept up behind Corrine and, with a swift motion, shoved her hard onto the road.

The sudden shove from behind took Corrine completely off guard. She stumbled forward, her body lurching into the traffic lane as the weight of inertia dragged her into the path of a speeding car.

The screech of tires and the blaring horn sent a jolt through her as the vehicle swerved sharply, narrowly missing her.

The car rushed past, a gust of wind sweeping by with such force that it knocked her off her feet.

Everything happened so fast, her mind struggling to catch up, leaving her frozen in place.

The driver rolled down the window, his voice filled with fury.

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“If you’re trying to get yourself killed, do it somewhere else! Don’t make your problem my problem!”

Corrine stood there, her face pale, fingers twitching at her sides as the adrenaline left her body shaky.

It wasn’t until the car had sped off into the distance that she took a shaky breath, starting to regain her senses.

She turned around, her eyes catching the sight of Leah standing just off the sidewalk, her lips curled into a smile that could have been mistaken for innocence, but Corrine knew better.

A dark cloud settled over her expression, her eyes narrowing like slits, a cold, icy resolve seeping into her. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, trembling with restrained fury.

If that car hadn’t swerved, she might have been thrown dozens of feet away by now, broken and battered.

She hadn’t wanted to be caught in Leah’s petty schemes, but Leah seemed to have an uncanny talent for pushing her to her limits.

Corrine slowly unbuttoned her suit jacket, the movement smooth but laced with danger. She stepped forward, a chilling aura surrounding her as she closed the distance between them.

Leah’s wide eyes blinked with feigned innocence, her voice soft but cutting.

“Corrine, it was just a joke.”

A sharp slap interrupted her words.

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