The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 71

Chapter 71:

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Leah’s head jerked to the side, her cheek stinging from the impact. Before she could even blink, Corrine’s hand struck her again with the same brutal force.

Corrine didn’t hold back. The slaps landed with such ferocity that Leah’s face swelled, her skin reddened and tender. A thin line of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth, adding to her humiliation.

Initially, Leah had believed Corrine would cower in the face of the Ashton and Burgess families’ influence. Without any backing, Corrine seemed like someone they could crush effortlessly, like stepping on an ant.

But Leah hadn’t anticipated Corrine retaliating so boldly, especially in public.

“Corrine, it was just a joke! Why are you taking it so seriously?” she stammered, her voice shaky.

Leah hesitated, her public image weighing heavily on her mind. She raised trembling hands to cover her face, her teary eyes pleading as she tried to look pitiful.

Corrine smirked, her lips curling into a mocking grin. Her voice was as cold as ice.

“Oh, a joke, was it? Then let me join in on the fun!”

Before Leah could react, Corrine grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her off the ground as if she were nothing more than a lifeless doll.

Leah gasped in pain, her scalp feeling like it was being torn apart. She shrieked, her voice rising with hysteria.

“Corrine, stop! What are you doing? Let me go!” Her cries were cut short by a sharp, sickening crack. The sound echoed around them, making the bystanders flinch.

Leah’s arm dropped limply at her side, swinging lifelessly as if all the bones inside had been pulled out.

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The realization hit her like a wave of nausea—Corrine had dislocated her arm.

Corrine’s expression hardened, her voice calm but edged with menace.

“I warned you not to mess with me. But you just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

Leah collapsed onto the ground, her body trembling from the searing pain. Her face turned ghostly pale, and cold sweat dripped down her temples. Gritting her teeth, she glared at Corrine, hatred burning in her red-rimmed eyes.

“Corrine, you’re a monster!”

Corrine tilted her head, feigning surprise.

“A monster? No, Leah, I think I was too kind to you.”

“Corrine, what are you doing!” Bruce’s voice boomed suddenly, breaking through the tense atmosphere.

He rushed forward, grabbing Corrine’s wrist in a tight grip. His eyes blazed with anger as he barked, “Leah came to you with nothing but good intentions! And this is how you treat her?”

“Bruce…” Leah clung to him as if he were the last branch keeping her from drowning, her entire body trembling like a leaf in a storm.

“I was just messing around with Corrine. I never thought she’d take it so seriously.” Tears spilled down her cheeks, cascading like relentless rain.

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