The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 79

Chapter 79:

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“Do it your way. No matter what happens, I’ll always have your back.”

It seemed Jules’ warning came too late…

The next morning, over breakfast, Corrine’s phone buzzed with a call from Karina.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, how can you still sit there eating like nothing’s happened?” Karina’s voice burst out, her frustration sharp enough to cut steel.

“I’m so mad I could throw something! Leah’s twisting the story on social media, making it look like you went after her for no reason. The whole internet is losing its mind! It’s trending, Corrine—trending! Her fans are ready to storm the gates. Is this your idea of ‘handling it yourself?'”

Leah, with her angelic image and a fan base that worshipped the ground she walked on, had them eating out of her hands—especially after news of her injury surfaced. They were practically sharpening their pitchforks.

Corrine wiped her mouth with a napkin, stood, and threw a quick goodbye over her shoulder to her grandfather before grabbing her bag.

“Let her have her moment.”

Karina’s tone shifted, suddenly curious.

“Wait—you’ve got a plan, don’t you?” The excitement bubbled up in her voice like a shaken soda can.

“I’ve been itching to see her put in her place. If you’re going to handle her, do it right. Make sure she stays down for good.”

Corrine’s lips curved into a faint smile as she ducked into her car.

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“Don’t worry.”

By noon, Karina had burst into Corrine’s office, her energy as electric as ever.

“What are you doing here?” Corrine asked, raising an amused eyebrow as she shut the file in front of her.

“Why else? To chat. Maybe grab lunch.” Karina tossed her bag onto a sofa with an air of nonchalance and sashayed over in her heels, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

“You still haven’t told me how you’re planning to take down that conniving snake. Ever since you said you’d act, I’ve been dying to know!”

Corrine stayed silent, her expression unreadable.

Unfazed, Karina grabbed her arm, practically dragging her toward the door.

“Fine. Keep your secrets. But you can spill them over lunch—my treat!”

Before long, Karina was steering her brand-new car toward an upscale restaurant, the engine humming smoothly as they chatted on the way. The conversation flowed freely as they settled into their seats, enjoying the rich aroma of their meals.

But mid-bite, Corrine’s phone buzzed insistently. Seeing Nate’s name flash on the screen, she hesitated for a beat before answering.

“Have you seen what’s trending online?” Nate’s low, magnetic voice spilled through the line, smooth and deliberate, sinking into her ears like a stone into still water.

Corrine’s tone was calm as she replied, “It’s already taken care of.”

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