The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 78

Chapter 78:

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As a revered, albeit unofficial, member of the hacker alliance, Jules prided himself on being untouchable in his craft.

Corrine’s lips curved into a faint smile.

“Then what are you so worked up about?”

Jules faltered, momentarily struck dumb. After a long pause, he grumbled, “I cleaned up your mess, you know. And this is the thanks I get?”

Corrine picked up a glass of water, taking a slow sip to soothe her hoarse throat.

“I didn’t ask for your help, Jules. I could’ve handled it myself. In fact, I haven’t even called you out for botching my plans.”

“Botching?” Jules spluttered.

“Fine, fine. Next time, I’ll just let you fend for yourself!”

“Who’s investigating me?” Corrine asked, cutting through his theatrics.

There was a mischievous chuckle on the other end.

“Bruce Ashton. The CEO of Ashton Group.”

Corrine’s expression didn’t flicker. It was exactly what she’d expected. No matter what Bruce tried, she was confident he wouldn’t uncover anything meaningful.

“I can’t believe you fell for that guy,” Jules blurted, his tone incredulous.

“Back then, the Ashton family was circling the drain, and even now, with all their success, they’re not in your league. Honestly, I was beginning to think someone had cast a spell on you.”

It wasn’t just Jules; everyone in Corrine’s circle had been baffled by her choice of Bruce Ashton.

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She pressed her fingers to her temples, her voice as frosty as a snow-laden breeze.

“Do you remember when we snuck out of school five years ago?”

Jules’ tone shifted, sharp with disbelief.

“You’re saying… that night… Bruce was the one who saved you?”

Corrine leaned against the window, her gaze tracing the crescent moon half-hidden by wispy clouds. A melancholic shadow crossed her features.

“After my return, I investigated thoroughly. All evidence pointed to him.”

When she first discovered the Ashton family teetering on financial ruin, she had deliberately approached Bruce, offering assistance. Their relationship had unfolded with calculated precision.

She had developed genuine feelings, but the sentiment was hers alone. To Bruce, their three-year connection was nothing more than a transaction from beginning to end.

Jules remained silent on the other end of the phone, the quiet stretching between them.

Finally, Corrine spoke again, her voice resolute.

“Let’s consider those three years as repayment for a life-saving debt. From this moment forward, I have no connection to him.”

After ending the call, Jules sent a stark warning via WhatsApp.

“Stay away from Nate Hopkins!”

Corrine powered down her phone, her arms crossing defensively. Her eyes inadvertently drifted to the rose bouquet adorning the table. Nate’s promise echoed in her memory.

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