The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 95

Chapter 95:

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“I’m just glad to hear your voice again.”

The weight of his words wasn’t lost on her. She tilted her head, her lips curving faintly.

“Afraid I’d block you?”

“Would you?” Nate’s voice was low and unhurried, carrying a soft warmth that clung to her like a lover’s caress.

“You wouldn’t have the heart to.”

Wouldn’t she?

Corrine’s thoughts tangled, but deep down, she knew the answer. She wouldn’t. Otherwise, why had she allowed him to carve out a place in her world, let herself drift into the pull of his gentle persistence, or feel that twinge of irritation when he called her an “unexpected twist”?

His quiet affection had planted itself firmly in the barren corners of her heart, a tiny spark now yearning to bloom into something more.

“It’s late. You should get some rest. Goodnight.”

She quickly ended the call, her fingers trembling slightly as she set the phone down. This night, like her heart, was destined to remain restless.

The next morning, Corrine left the Ford Mansion and headed straight to the bidding event for the land in the southern district of the city. On the way, Natasha briefed her on the itinerary, her voice steady and professional, when a sudden ring interrupted from the phone in her pocket.

Natasha glanced at the screen, noting the unfamiliar number. Her brow furrowed slightly as she answered, speaking in a polite but detached tone.

“Hello, this is Natasha.”

𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔤𝔞𝔩𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔰.𝔠𝔬𝔪

“Good morning, Miss Dixon.” Bruce’s voice filtered through, smooth and confident.

“This is Bruce Ashton from Ashton Group. I’d like to arrange a personal meeting with Miss Holland. Is there a time that works for her?”

Natasha didn’t pause before responding, her tone calm yet firm.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ashton, but Miss Holland is currently unavailable and will remain so indefinitely.” Her words carried an unmistakable finality.

Any astute listener would understand the underlying message—Ford Group’s new CEO had no intention of granting him an audience.

On the other end, Bruce’s features tightened. His previously composed demeanor shifted, irritation flaring at Natasha’s unyielding response. Knowing his opponent was necessary for him to defeat them was a rule Bruce lived by. For days, he had quietly dug into the identity of Ford Group’s newly appointed CEO.

And yet, all his efforts had yielded nothing but a single, frustrating detail—the CEO was a woman with the surname Holland. Even the exorbitant amount he spent obtaining a photo of her had been wasted. His computer inexplicably crashed with a virus before he could open the file.

Now, with no other options, he had decided on a direct approach. He intended to meet her, to gauge her confidence in acquiring the land, and perhaps even discuss a collaboration if his own bid fell through.

But Natasha’s curt dismissal derailed his plan. Still, Bruce’s tone remained measured, though his grip on the phone tightened.

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