The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 73

Chapter 73:

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Leah watched, helpless and fuming, as Corrine walked away unscathed. Her arm throbbed with pain, forcing her to abandon any thoughts of retaliation for now. She nestled against Bruce, her frustration pooling in her eyes.

From the corner of her vision, she saw Corrine step into a sleek Rolls-Royce parked under a streetlamp. As the car door opened, a man seated inside came into view.

He wore a tailored suit with an elegance that seemed to belong to another world. The dim light played across his sharp features, his chiseled jawline highlighted by the soft glow. He exuded an aura of power—calm, restrained, and utterly commanding.

Who was he? And why had she never seen him in Lyhaton before?

The car door swung shut, effectively sealing off any prying eyes from outside.

“Take this for the medical bills,” Matias said, extending a check filled out to the last dollar.

Bruce bristled at the gesture. As the esteemed CEO of Ashton Group, his pride was not to be undermined. How could he, of such stature, accept charity?

Dismissing the offer with a flick of his wrist, Bruce retorted, “Do you really think your money means anything to us? You’re giving yourself too much credit!”

Matias’ eyebrow quirked up in response. Nate was typically met with respect, and defiance was uncommon. Bruce, however, showed remarkable boldness. Was it that being the CEO of Ashton Group made Bruce think he was capable enough to antagonize Nate?

The car window slid down silently, and Nate’s voice emerged, calm and cold.

“I’ll pay what I owe, but take this as a final warning—don’t cause trouble where you shouldn’t.”

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His tone was as cold as ice, sending a shiver down the spine, unsettling yet clear.

Bruce and Leah glanced at the black Rolls-Royce, their eyes wide with curiosity about the man inside.

Nate, however, swiftly closed the window, severing their curious looks with the rising glass.

As the vehicle pulled away, Bruce’s expression was stern. Leah, cradling her arm, winced in pain—a sharp echo of agony for Bruce. He comforted her, saying, “Hang in there, Leah. We’re heading to the hospital now.”

Only after Bruce and Leah departed did the scene quiet down. Meanwhile, bystanders had caught the entire altercation on video, identifying Leah as one of the entertainment industry’s budding talents. The footage spread like wildfire, igniting a storm of online debate.

But as debates flared online, the video vanished, along with related web pages—clearly, someone had stepped in to scrub the evidence.

Rumors swirled about the mastermind behind the events.

Leah held her arm, her face turning pale as she said to Bruce, “I’m sorry for the trouble, Bruce. I didn’t expect things to go this way. I hoped Corrine would forgive us, that she wouldn’t resent you, but I’ve ruined everything.” Her tears fell quietly, adding a fragile sheen to her already pale cheeks.

Bruce responded by drawing her closer and tenderly wiping her tears.

“You’re so considerate, Leah. If Corrine were reasonable, she wouldn’t have caused you this pain.”

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