The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116 Don’t You

Miss Me

Corrine’s lips curled into a sly, dangerous smile, one that held both allure and threat.

“Even if the Ashton family refuses to accept me, I have more than enough strength to stand tall on my own. And what about you? What else do you have, besides desperately clinging to Bruce? Do you rely on your status as the heiress of the Burgess family? I don’t want to waste any more words on you, but out of kindness, let me remind you- you’ll never reach the heights I’ve already claimed. You aren’t even close to being my equal! Bruce? For me, he’s just another option. For you, he’s the only way forward. After all, the Burgess family isn’t what it used to be. Without Bruce, what do you even

have left?”

She shot Leah a look full of contempt and pity before turning, her movements graceful

and effortless as she left.

It wasn’t until Corrine had disappeared from view that Leah snapped out of her daze. She quickly rushed after her, eager to continue their confrontation, but stopped dead as

she watched Corrine slide into a car.

Unlike the Rolls–Royce from before, this time it was a sleek, understated Bentley.

Could it be that Corrine had found another wealthy benefactor?

Leah immediately pulled out her phone, capturing a shot of Corrine sliding into the car and its license plate number.

She dialed a number, her voice low with determination. “Find out who owns the car in this photo. I need the information–fast.”

If Corrine’s new sugar daddy found out that she was nothing more than a discarded pawn of the Ashton family, Leah couldn’t wait to see how she’d hold herself up.

After a brief pause, the voice on the other end replied, “The car’s registered to Royal Fortune Entertainment Center, with only recent rental details available.”

Leah latched onto the key word, her eyes narrowing. “Rental?”

“Yes, but it was rented by an anonymous individual, so I can’t track down any further details at this time.”

“Understood.”

As she hung up, Leah’s lips twisted into a mocking smile.

She had assumed Corrine had found herself a wealthy benefactor, but it seemed like she had only attached herself to a wannabe socialite.

In that moment, Leah considered Corrine her defeated rival. She wasn’t worthy of being her competition at all.

Corrine slid into the car and fastened her seatbelt, surprised to find the engine already humming to life.

‘Aren’t we waiting for Donnelly?” she asked Nate, a hint of confusion in her voice.

Nate’s expression remained impassive, his tone smooth. “He’s heading toward a different direction.”

Corrine didn’t give it much thought. “Then drop me off at the Ford Group entrance later.”

Nate’s brow creased ever so slightly, a spark of impatience in his eyes. “Is the elite team at Ford Group just for decoration?”

“What?” Corrine turned to him, brows furrowed.

“Do you think the company will crumble without you?” Nate asked, his voice tinged with irony.

Corrine let out an exasperated sigh. “What exactly are you getting at?”

Nate’s gaze softened, the corners of his lips lifting. “I think that it’s only fair that you, as my girlfriend, spend some time with me outside of work, also known as a date.”

“That doesn’t sound like something you’d say,” Corrine remarked, her voice teasing.