The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 85

Chapter 85:

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The richness of his tone, laced with a quiet affection, seemed to soften even the cold, mechanical hum of the phone.

After hanging up, Nate turned to Matias, his expression shifting into something more serious.

“Take care of the online uproar quickly, I don’t want it ruining her mood—or her appetite—this evening.”

“Miss Holland has already started addressing it,” Matias explained calmly.

“To prevent interrupting her plan, our team is actively managing the comments.” He added after a brief pause, “The police mentioned that the Ashton and Burgess families are pushing to resolve this privately.”

Nate’s eyes darkened, a cold gleam flickering within them.

“Lyhaton isn’t a playground where the Ashton and Burgess families dictate the rules.” His words made it clear—settling privately was out of the question. If they continued testing boundaries, Lyhaton would no longer accommodate their arrogance.

Matias felt the weight of the unspoken threat, a chill brushing over him. Nate’s determination to shield Corrine was undeniable.

“The attackers have already stained their hands with enough filth. Securing justice won’t be hard,” Matias said.

Nate nonchalantly loosened the top button of his shirt, his voice steady yet firm.

“Make sure it’s resolved cleanly.”

“Understood, sir,” Matias responded with a crisp nod, his tone steady and professional.

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At the same time, a sensational post titled, “Popular Actress Colludes with Unknown Criminal Forces to Commit Violence in Public” began dominating online discussions, fueling a frenzy of public outrage.

Leah had orchestrated the chaos, goading her fans to retaliate against Corrine. In her mind, as long as the damages didn’t result in physical harm, she could easily sweep it under the rug with money.

After all, enlisting fans to go after rivals was practically an unspoken rule in the industry. But this time, her plan had spiraled far beyond her control.

The mere accusation of partnering with criminal elements to execute her revenge threw Leah into a state of panic. Frantic, she poured funds into scrubbing the post from every corner of the internet, but her efforts only seemed to bleed money without making a dent in the backlash.

Growing desperate, she directed her marketing team to re-edit the footage from the Lonsong Restaurant entrance and pair it with a copy of her hospital diagnosis report from the previous night.

As anticipated, the newly edited video stirred fresh waves of hostility against Corrine online.

“In broad daylight, she has the audacity to act like this! She needs to be punished severely!”

“She’s nothing but a bully to our sweet Leah! We won’t let her off so easily!”

“An apology isn’t enough. She needs to face the law for what she’s done!”

Leah watched the supportive comments pour in, a flicker of triumph breaking through her previously grim expression.

Reclining on the hospital bed with a silk face mask plastered across her skin, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to savor the image of Corrine humbling herself in desperation.

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