The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 88

Chapter 88:

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She felt her hand tighten around the tablet, her knuckles blanching. Her eyes burned with a mix of fury and disbelief.

“It was just a harmless prank—how can they accuse me of attempted murder?”

Spencer scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Because the people at the police station have confessed everything. The company wants you to hold a press conference right away to clear this up, and you’ll be sidelined until it blows over.”

The reality of being sidelined hit Leah with the force of a punch. No one knew better than her what that meant.

She had finally broken free from her former employer with Bruce’s help, returning to rebuild her career on her own terms. Her new agency had even mapped out her future, but now, a legal notice had thrown everything into chaos, and she was being forced to step back.

She refused to let it end like this!

“There has to be some room to work this out,” Leah insisted, her voice firm, though the tension in her chest tightened with every word.

She hadn’t fought so hard to make a comeback only to be shut down now. What would she have left if she were sidelined?

Spencer’s lips curled into a mocking smile at her words.

“A directive just went out to clean up the industry’s mess—it’s all about rooting out the illegal and unethical. You’re smack in the middle of it, acting recklessly in a time when everyone’s watching. What makes you think there’s any room for negotiation?”

Leah felt his words strike her like a slap, draining her of what little energy she had left. She sank onto the bed, her gaze distant, empty.

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Why was this happening? It all felt like some cruel twist of fate, as though everything had been orchestrated against her.

Corrine had played every hand so perfectly, and it seemed luck was completely on her side.

“You’re on your own now,” Spencer said coldly, turning toward the door.

Just before he left, he paused, glancing back with a sharp smirk.

“By the way, due to your breach of contract, the company has every right to demand compensation. You might want to start preparing your finances—don’t be surprised if you end up bankrupt.”

While Leah was engulfed in a state of utter despair, Corrine was engrossed in the latest social media updates over coffee. Just five minutes earlier, Leah had addressed the media from her hospital room, apologetically acknowledging her mistakes to her fans and vowing to make amends and seek Corrine’s forgiveness with sincerity. On camera, Leah maintained a calm facade, her glistening tears instantly stirring empathy from the audience. However, these tears were nothing more than a strategic ploy to garner pity and forgiveness. In the end, her actions had simply circled back to her.

“Miss Holland, I’ve brought the documents for the upcoming bidding event,” Natasha said as she entered the office, setting the paperwork on Corrine’s desk. Corrine gave a nod of approval.

“The PR team has outdone themselves this time.”

Natasha hesitated before responding, her voice laced with uncertainty.

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