The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 82

Chapter 82:

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Turning away, Corrine pulled out her phone and sent a message to Jules.

“I need a favor.”

Jules called her immediately, his tone casual.

“Corrine, you don’t waste any time when it comes to asking for favors, do you?”

“I’ll send you a file shortly. Help me pin a video to the top of all major forums. Title it ‘Popular Actress Colludes with Unknown Criminal Forces to Commit Violence in Public.’ Make the font big and bold, as obvious as possible!” Corrine instructed casually. She added, “Be sure to blur the faces—I can’t risk my grandfather finding out.”

Jules grumbled, “Am I really needed for such trivial things?”

“It’s no trivial matter when your help is needed,” Corrine retorted, quickly sending a document to Jules on WhatsApp.

As Karina examined her damaged car, she fought back her dismay and caught up to Corrine, complaining, “You should’ve just revealed your real identity and put her in her place. I’d like to see her arrogance after that!”

“I intentionally kept my distance from the Ford family back then,” Corrine explained.

“Plus, the Ford family doesn’t flaunt their wealth.”

This rule stemmed from an incident in her mother’s childhood—a kidnapping. After Kiley was safely recovered, Carl concealed all family details to protect her.

Consequently, only a select few knew of Kiley and Corrine—Carl’s daughter and granddaughter.

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Jules, having downloaded the file, scrutinized it intently. His expression was icy, a frost seeming to settle on his eyebrows. He muttered under his breath, “She’s really pushing her luck!”

His fingers flew over the keyboard, entering strings of complex commands. As he navigated through Leah’s data, a mischievous grin appeared on his face. How intriguing!

In another part of town, Matias received the alarming update and dashed into the CEO’s office. A flash of annoyance crossed Nate’s face at Matias’ abrupt entrance.

“Sir, there’s trouble involving Miss Holland,” Matias reported, presenting his phone to Nate.

“This afternoon, she narrowly escaped an assault by unidentified assailants in the underground parking lot. Fortunately, she was unharmed. The suspects are now in custody and under investigation.”

“Good job,” Nate said, handing back the phone.

Matias accepted the phone with a modest grin as Nate’s voice, cool and detached, added, “Let finance know to double your bonus this month.” It seemed that helping Corrine was definitely a rewarding task!

Matias fought back a grin, respectfully replying, “Thank you, sir!”

“Keep the online discussions clean. I want nothing that could sour her mood. Ensure there are no negative remarks about her anywhere,” Nate instructed, rising from his chair.

He walked toward the expansive window with a purposeful stride, his presence dominating the room.

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