The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Chapter 803: Once, the media had flocked to her, eager for a moment of her time. She had been their darling, their rising star.

Now, they dismissed her as if she were beneath them. She was like a fallen star, ignored.

But fate had a way of turning the tables. One day, these speople would eat their words.

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"Let's go inside," Bruce murmured as he approached Leah.

Leah bit her lower lip, swallowing the sting of rejection. She nodded and turned toward the entrance.

"That woman is absolutely stunning!" A voice rang out behind her.

A sleek black Rolls-Royce glided to a smooth halt at the edge of the crimson carpet, its polished surface gleaming under the spotlight.

As one of the car doors swung open, long legs emerged, guiding the eye upward to a sharply defined, sculpted visage. The man's eyes, deep and mysterious, seemed to carry untold stories, adding a layer of intrigue to his already striking presence.

Clad in a perfectly tailored black suit, he exuded an aura of both elegance and command, his presence reminiscent of royalty-dignified and unassailable.

Though his gaze swept the surroundings with impassive detachment, the very air around him thickened with an almost tangible tension, leaving the crowd to inhale sharply as if held in suspense.

Under the scrutiny of every eye, the man extended his hand back into the car. A slender, delicate hand was placed gently into his, and in that moment, all eyes at the entrance were drawn to them, as though magnetized. When Corrine stepped into view, the collective gasp that echoed through the crowd felt like a tidal wave of admiration. For a brief moment, tseemed to freeze. One second, two seconds... As Corrine appeared in her evening gown, the crowd couldn't find the right words to describe the breathtaking beauty she radiated.

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A camera shutter snapped somewhere in the crowd, the blinding flash jolting everyone back to reality, pulling them from the trance Corrine had cast.

Instinctively, Corrine's gaze shifted toward the source of the flash. There, a man with thick-rimmed black glasses and a face that blended into the background caught her eye. His humble appearance spoke of simplicity. Flustered by her gaze, the man blushed deeply, a nervous smile pulling at his lips.

Corrine's beauty was anything but demure or innocent. It was bold, arresting, and almost daring-capturing the attention of everyone around her with a mere glance.

The incessant clicking of camera shutters sounded like slaps to Leah's face. Only moments ago, her friendly gestures had gone unnoticed, yet now the crowd couldn't stop snapping pictures of Corrine. It was infuriating.

Despite her best efforts to maintain a composed exterior, Leah's face betrayed a flash of shand anger. Frustration gnawed at her as she bit her bottom lip, casting a glance over to see Bruce, utterly entranced by Corrine, his eyes fixed on her as though she were a spellbinding vision.

A wave of unease flooded Leah, and she drew in a steadying breath.m "Bruce, it's getting windy. Let's head inside," she suggested, her voice breaking the trance.

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