The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Chapter 680: Leah, however, was nothing more than an actress who had disappeared from the entertainment world without explanation. To Aimee, Leah wasn't even worthy of her time, let alone addressing her so familiarly as if they were friends.

But Aimee had been raised with a strong sense of caution. Her parents had warned her not to provoke Leah, now under the protection of Andromache. If Aimee stirred trouble, it wouldn't just be her-her entire family would bear the consequences.

Aimee exhaled, a soft, dismissive snort escaping her lips.

"Beauty fades in the blink of an eye. Relying on one's looks to carve a path in life is hardly something to be proud of." Her words hung in the air, and the surrounding crowd grew still. A few uncomfortable glances were exchanged before a young woman spoke up.

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"It takes two to tango. Judie might not be entirely blameless, though the method of punishment was a bit much." The group nodded in quiet agreement.

At this, Leah couldn't help but snicker, her eyes glinting with mockery. Just then, Paul, accompanied by Jules and Corrine, approached the group.

The crowd parted instinctively, showing deference as they greeted Jules with respect.

"Mr. Ford." Jules offered a subtle nod, one of his hands comfortably tucked in his pocket, strolling forward with an air of ease. It was evident to everyone that his every move seemed to be protecting the woman walking by his side.

Corrine, however, showed little interest in the surrounding crowd. She was too focused on the thoughts that occupied her mind, her indifference palpable. With Jules at her side, she was keenly aware of the silent judgments being passed her way.

Her eyes drifted toward the stables, where a beautiful white horse stood tethered at the far end. The horse was young, its sleek coat gleaming in the sunlight, as though it were crafted by the sun itself.

"Is that horse available for riding?" she asked, her voice soft but purposeful.

Paul followed her gaze and quickly replied, "That's an Akhal-Teke, imported from overseas. It was chosen for its beauty, but it's wild, almost untamable. The trainer got injured yesterday trying to work with it." Though Paul didn't outright say it, the implication hung in the air-Corrine was being subtly advised to pick another horse.

Jules, however, sensing the challenge in her eyes, leaned in and murmured, "Want to give it a go?" Corrine's lips curved slightly.

"Isn't it more of a challenge this way?" Jules chuckled, his gaze flicking toward the restless animal.

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"The prettiest ones are always the hardest to handle." There was a knowing glint in his eyes as he gestured to Paul.

"Bring the horse over." Paul hesitated, casting an uncertain glance at the beast before shifting his gaze back to Jules.

"This horse is unpredictable. If something happens-" "Just do as you're told," Jules cut in, his tone sharp, his hand flicking dismissively.

Paul pursed his lips but knew better than to argue. With a nod, heo m signaled for the staff to bring the horse forward.

In the crowd, Leah watched the scene unfold, barely concealing the mockery dancing in her eyes. Corrine never missed a chance to steal the spotlight.

Message from Noah: Hope you have a great day dear ones.

nes God-Haves you and Noah whishes you all the best.

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