The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 87

Chapter 87:

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“Why would Corrine pick a fight with Leah in the middle of a crowded street? Maybe Leah should take a good look in the mirror first.”

“The real issue here is that she got caught red-handed. How does she still have the audacity to show her face in public?”

“I’d love to know what makes Leah so bold—acting like she can toy with people’s lives. Honestly, two slaps and a dislocated arm sound far too forgiving!”

Leah’s rage ignited instantly, her eyes narrowing with a glint of icy venom. She hurled the tablet to the floor with a loud crack, her voice rising in fury.

“What are you waiting for? Get that video taken down right now!”

“No amount of money can fix this,” her assistant stammered, her gaze darting nervously to Leah’s clenched fists.

“The PR team already tried, but the video is locked down. Corrine’s name has even been flagged as a protected keyword—we can’t manipulate public opinion anymore.”

Leah ripped off her face mask and flung it aside in a fit of rage, her usual poise replaced by a storm of frustration. Her delicate features twisted into an expression of pure malice.

Who could be pulling strings to protect Corrine?

In an instant, a blurry image flashed through Leah’s mind. Could it be him? Her instincts screamed that the man in the car was far from ordinary.

She had severely underestimated Corrine, never expecting her to find a new protector so quickly.

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘.𝖈𝖔𝖒

“Find out who owns the Rolls-Royce that was parked outside the restaurant last night!” Leah’s voice was tightly controlled, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“And get those people out of the police station, now!”

“But the police said they have criminal records. Until the investigation clears, they’re not allowed to contact anyone or be bailed out,” her assistant said hesitantly.

Leah’s eyes darkened with growing frustration.

Before she could respond, the door slammed open, and her agent, Spencer Ruiz, stormed in, his face a mask of fury. He threw a contract onto the table.

“Look at what you’ve done!” The words rang in the air like a slap.

“The endorsement deal you just signed wants out, and they’re demanding a penalty! Plus, several film projects just rejected your auditions!”

“What?” Leah’s face drained of color, her legs wobbling as if the floor had suddenly disappeared beneath her.

Spencer shoved a tablet in front of her, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

“Take a good look at this.”

On the screen, Waldo, the top lawyer in Lyhaton, had just posted an update.

“On behalf of Miss Corrine Holland, I have sent a legal notice to Miss Leah Burgess. Please review immediately.”

The words “attempted murder” and “intentional injury” in the legal notice jumped out at her, striking Leah with cold terror.

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