The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Chapter 698: Leah took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the floor in an attempt to smother the fire of jealousy that threatened to burn through her. When she lifted her eyes again, her expression softened into a practiced, apologetic smile.

"Miss Holland, I'm truly sorry. I didn't realize this incident was tied to me," she said, her words carrying an air of contrition.

She believed she had humbled herself sufficiently, but Corrine remained absorbed in reading the instructions on a bottle of medicinal spray, a scene that left Leah's smile hanging stiffly, like a mask unable to conceal her growing irritation.

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Andromache, noticing the tension, gave Leah a knowing glance before turning to Nate.

"Nate," she began, her tone smooth and conciliatory, “this incident was caused by Leah's assistant's rash actions. Thankfully, it didn't lead to anything irreversible. Given the assistant's remorse, perhaps we can consider letting this matter rest?" Her words seemed like an offer of peace, yet beneath them lay the weight of a senior family member's authority, a subtle pressure that seemed almost too much to bear.

However, Nate did not flinch. He continued peeling his apple, unaffected by her words, as though he hadn't even heard her. The room, thick with unspoken tension, seemed to hang suspended in time.

Leah, feeling more and more like a puppet in this silent , could barely contain the fury rising within her. Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger, and in a split second, she slapped her assistant across the face, her hand crackling through the still air.

The sharp slap echoed through the room as it landed directly on the assistant's face. Stumbling backward, the assistant collapsed onto the floor in a tangled mess, a thin stream of blood staining the corner of her mouth. Her cheek began to swell, turning a painful shade of red.

Extr@ ch@pt3rs found at gl.☐☐ "Playing the fool now, are you?" Leah sneered, her eyes briefly flicking to Corrine before she gave a cold snort. She gazed down at the assistant, her voice dripping with scorn.

"Where was this act when you messed up? Why didn't you own up to it? Hiding like a frightened turtle in its shell -what's the point of that? You wantto apologize on your behalf? Is that it? Does it fill you with satisfaction to seegrovel? You deserved this slap. I offered you a way out, but you dug in your heels. You asked for this, and you got it!" Though her words seemed aimed at the assistant's failure to apologize, it was clear, upon closer inspection, that Leah was using the situation to speak to Corrine.

Andromache noticed the subtle shift in focus, but she did not intervene. Instead, she sat on a sofa, nonchalantly admiring her freshly manicured nails, a cold, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of her lips. To her, Corrine was nothing more than a pampered child, shielded by the indulgence of others, ungrateful for the handouts she'd been given. Andromache had chere with Leah to apologize, to offer Corrine respect. Yet, seeing the lack of appreciation, she decided she would not lower herself further.

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In her mind, Corrine did not deserve to marry Nate.

"At the end of the day, you're just a loyal floated thro Andromache's voice the room, sharp as a blade.

"You're only here because someone decided to indulge you. Do you think your arrogance is your own achievement?"

Her words cut deeper, the hostility toward Corrine unmistakable. But Corrine seemed unshaken, her face NO as blank as a winter's night, her gaze lifting to meet Andromache's without a hint of emotion.

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