The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 855

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Chapter 855: The inner workings of the Lyhaton Elite Business Meeting had always been kept secret. But this year, Andromache made her appearance. Her bold words at the meal somehow made it into the public eye. It didn't take much to figure out who was behind it.

"Even if Nate hadn't stepped in last night, I still wouldn't have let the Becker family off the hook," Corrine said firmly.

Carl's face turned serious at her words. The usual warmth in his eyes was replaced by a rare intensity as he studied her. "Should I congratulate you on your clever move?" he asked.

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"You think I was too showy last night, don't you?" Corrine replied. Now that the subject was out in the open, Carl didn't hesitate. His voice grew more serious.

"Corrine, you and Nate are nothing alike!" If the events of the previous night had reached his ears, they were bound to have spread to others as well. Given Nate's status, Corrine's close connection to him, and the way he defended her so openly-wasn't that just asking for trouble? Corrine's eyes shifted slightly as she gently pulled her arm away from Carl. "You think his actions were too harsh last night? But we can't afford to be soft if we want to get things done. That's what you always taught me. I don't think he did anything wrong. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't have held back either." "You know that's not what I mean," Carl replied, his face tight with worry. He gripped her hand firmly, his concern obvious. "Corrine, you need to walk away from him, before it's too late." Corrine fixed her gaze on Carl. After a heavy pause, she slowly pulled her hand away from his. "What if I refuse?" she asked.

Carl, growing fed up with her defiance, raised his cane and swung it at her with full force. His anger had reached its peak, and there was no mercy in the strike. He had expected Corrine to move out of the way, but instead, she remained firm, taking the blow without flinching.

A dull thud rang out through the room. Corrine's face turned ashen, and sweat trickled down the tip of her nose. Still, she didn't make a sound, standing as tall as ever. Her stubborn posture was oddly similar to Kiley's.

Carl's hand, still clutching the cane, shook uncontrollably. His eyes were full of pain.

"Think carefully before you decide!" he snapped, letting out a frustrated breath before turning away and walking off.

Leland looked at Corrine for a long moment, his face full of worry. With a resigned sigh, he followed Carl out. As they reached the door, Carl gave Leland a knowing glance. Leland caught on right away and slowed his steps.

Once Carl was out of view, Leland rushed back to Corrine, concern written all over his face. “Miss Holland, why didn't you move?" he asked.

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Corrine held her arm, a small smile playing on her lips. "Because I'm hot backing down on this."

"Can't you see how much your grandfather cares for you?" Leland sighed deeply as he helped her sit on the sofa. Her pale face and the sweat on her forehead made him frown.

"Shouldn't we take you to the hospital? You should get checked out."

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