The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Chapter 700: She was afraid. No-terrified. She knew one thing: if she shattered this fragile pretense of civility now, she might not make it out of this room.

Leah stood frozen, unease prickling along her spine. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, yet she dared not exhale too loudly.

A long silence stretched between them before Andromache, in a sudden burst of fury, kicked the assistant sprawled on the floor. Her composure cracked as she barked, “What are you waiting for? Apologize immediately!" The assistant jolted, scrambling to bow.

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"Miss Holland, I'm terribly sorry! Everything today was my fault. If you forgive me, I'll take full responsibility and turn myself in." Corrine, who had been silent, finally lifted her gaze. She studied the assistant for a moment before speaking. "I hope you keep your word." Leah let out a quiet breath of relief. The assistant caught the flicker of expression on her face and quickly nodded.

"Yes, Miss Holland. I swear I will." "Then let's end this matter here. We won't disturb you further," Leah scrambled to second.

Corrine lowered her eyes again, as if she hadn't heard.

Leah's faint smile faded, but before she could react, Andromache scoffed, saying, “Let's go." She strode out, Leah and the assistant trailing behind, and the oppressive weight in the room finally lifted.

Moses chuckled, shaking his head.

"Looks like Andromache's licking her wounds. She'll probably go cry to her mother." Zack smirked.

"Hasn't it always been this way? We should be used to it by now." Corrine, however, wasn't having the jokes. A crease formed between her brows, concern flickering in her eyes.

"Your grandmother... Nate had protected her today, and while that filled her with warmth, she didn't want it to cause a rift between him and Evelyn." Nate, sensing her unease, reached for her hand to assure her.

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"Grandma will understand." Leah trailed behind Andromache, hesitating more than once before finally mustering the courage to speak. "Andromache... are we really just letting Corrine walk away like this?" Andromache stopped abruptly, spinning around so fast that Leah nearly stumbled back.

"Or what? Haven't you learned enough from today's disaster?" Leah sank her fingers into the fabric of her sleeve.

"I thought... the plan was foolproof."

"You thought?" Andromache let out a short, scornful laugh. Her gaze swept Over Leah with undisguised disdain, like she was nothing but a bug. "If I hadn't stepped in, do you really think you would have left unscathed?"

face Leah dropped her gaze and clenched her fists at her sides, though her remained placid.

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