The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 72

Chapter 72:

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Bruce, seeing her tear-streaked face, felt a sharp pang in his chest, as if her sorrow were chiseling away at his heart. His jaw tightened, and his voice turned cold.

“Corrine, you heard her. It was just a joke. Why did you have to blow it out of proportion?”

“A joke?” Corrine’s lips curved into a bitter smile.

“Tell me, Bruce, have you ever seen someone joke about life and death? But then again, Leah is your golden girl, isn’t she? Even her faults are painted in halos for you.”

“You!” Bruce’s pride took a hit, and his eyes burned with indignation. He shot her a glare sharp enough to cut.

“Apologize to Leah. Right now!”

“Are you out of your mind?” Corrine’s gaze was as frigid as a winter morning, her voice dripping with disdain. Then, almost lazily, she added, “Fine, I’ll apologize—when she kneels down to hear it.”

Leah recoiled, burrowing deeper into Bruce’s arms, her fear as palpable as a shadow in the room. Bruce’s grip on her tightened protectively, his heart breaking for her.

“Corrine!” he bellowed, his voice shaking with fury. His eyes blazed with a mix of disgust and disbelief as they locked onto Corrine’s.

“How did you turn into this person?”

Corrine’s expression didn’t falter; her eyes gleamed like shards of ice.

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“Because you never really tried to understand me, Bruce,” she said, her tone devoid of emotion.

“You see, I live by one rule: an eye for an eye, and if someone strikes, I hit back harder.”

Bruce’s brows furrowed, the storm in his eyes darkening.

“You’re impossible to reason with.”

Corrine gave a faint, dismissive laugh, her smile slicing through the air like a blade. She turned her attention to Leah, her voice steady but laced with warning.

“Leah, let me give you a free lesson. Being a celebrity comes with a price, and joking about someone’s life isn’t just reckless—it’s dangerous. Think about it. You’re fresh off the plane, trying to build your image here. If tonight’s little episode…”

Becomes public knowledge, do you think your career in entertainment will survive the fallout?

Each word hit Leah like a battering ram.

Her composure cracked, and panic flickered in her eyes. Her grand plan to humiliate Corrine and assert her dominance had gone terribly wrong. Instead of triumph, she found herself trapped in a web of her own making, bitterness choking her like a noose.

“Miss Holland, my boss is waiting for you,” Matias said, appearing from the shadows like a phantom. His tone was polished, his posture impeccable.

Corrine nodded, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from her sleeve. Without a backward glance, she strode away.

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