The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 645

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Chapter 645: Corrine projected a video from her phone onto the large screen under the tent. She slowed it down deliberately, zooming in on a specific frbefore flashing a faint, mocking smile.

"Miss Seymour, your talent for staging accidents is quite something." "That's ridiculous!" Judie went stiff as she struggled to steady her voice. "How do I know you didn't tamper with that footage to setup?" A slow, lazy voice cut through the tension.

"And what about him?" Heads turned. Jules strolled toward them at an unhurried pace, one hand casually tucked into his pocket. Despite his leisurely pace, his presence was commanding.

Behind him trailed a visibly trembling waiter. The young man looked petrified, his wide eyes darting nervously around the gathering. He barely recognized anyone aside from a few prominent socialites. His legs felt like lead, locking him in place, and it was clear he had never been caught in a spectacle like this before.

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Jules barely spared him a glance before gripping his shoulder and yanking him forward, shoving him into the spotlight. The waiter stumbled, barely catching himself before landing face-first onto the grass.

Lips curled around a cigarette, Jules flicked his lighter with a slow, practiced motion. The flcaught, and he inhaled deeply, exhaling a slow stream of smoke before his gaze settled on Judie.

"Care to explain this?" His voice was calm, detached, but sharp as a blade.

Judie bit her lip, curling her fingers at her sides.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jules tapped the ash from his cigarette.

"Think carefully before you speak." His gaze pinned her in place-cold, unyielding, a stare that could freeze fire.

Judie clenched her teeth, refusing to yield.

"Corrine bumped intoand ruined my dress. I already told you everything. There's nothing more to explain!" Among the onlookers, Quentin felt something sink in his chest-disappointment, sharp and bitter. He had held onto a sliver of hope, but now, as he looked at her, all he saw was a woman clinging desperately to her lies. Without a word, he turned and walked away.

The message was clear-he wanted no part in this.

Henley, who had been quietly observing, finally stepped forward. His mind had been piecing the puzzle together, and now, the picture was clear. He pushed through the crowd and stopped in front of the waiter.

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"Darnley, what did you do?" "1-1..." Darnley Perry stammered, his face pale as a sheet of paper, his forehead damp with sweat. His eyes darted toward Judie, who shot back a warning glare.

He swallowed hard and shrank back.

Henley's tone sharpened.

"Tell the truth, and you might walk away from this. Lie, and you'regret it

The weight of those words broke whatever resolve Darnley had left. His chest rose and fell rapidly before he finally blurted out the truth in one rushed breath.

"It was Judie Seymour! She paidto bump into Miss Holland while h was carrying the tray! She promiseda hundred thousand dollars once it was done-n..."

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