The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156 Stir Up Some Excitement

Carl stood in the garden of the Ford family residence, methodically trimming the hedges. He set the scissors down, took a step back to inspect his work, and asked in an even tone, “Did Corrine call today?”

The butler hesitated.

Since the day Corrine moved out, Carl had asked the same question every day. And the answer remained unchanged–she hadn’t called, not even once.

Keeping his expression composed, the butler responded, “Sir, Miss Holland just took over the company. She’s likely too busy to make personal calls.”

Carl scoffed, his grip tightening around his cane, “Busy? That’s a poor excuse!”

He turned and strode toward the house, his sharp gaze catching a group of servants. huddled together, eyes glued to a phone screen.

They were so engrossed they didn’t even notice his presence until the butler cleared his

throat.

Startled, they scrambled to their feet. “Sir!”

Carl barely spared them a glance. “What are you watching?”

“N–nothing, sir…” the servant holding the phone stammered, fumbling to hide it behind her back. But in her panic, the device slipped from her grasp, and it landed right at

Carl’s feet.

He bent down, picked it up, and his eyes narrowed as he recognized the woman on the

screen–Corrine.

She was at the police station, cameras flashing in her face, reporters crowding around her with microphones in hand.

Carl might have been old, but he wasn’t ignorant of the way the world worked. Live streaming had changed everything–news spread faster, reputations crumbled in an

instant, and moments like this became public spectacle.

And judging by the sheer number of reporters surrounding Corrine, this situation was far more serious than he’d imagined,

Carl studied the image of Corrine on the screen for a long moment before handing the phone back to the servant. His expression darkened. “Get the car. Now!” Without hesitation, he turned on his heel and strode toward the gates.

The butler hurried after him, barely keeping pace.

Once they were gone, the servants huddled back together, their eyes glued to the live stream. “See? I told you it was Miss Holland, but you insisted I was wrong!”

“But why would she be involved in something like this? She’s always had a secure, comfortable life with the Ford family.”

“Maybe she got bored and decided to stir up some excitement?”

“Wait–look! Who are these people?” A voice, laced with excitement, made them all

lean in closer.

On–screen, the interrogation room doors burst open as several men in black suits strode inside. The leader, dressed in a sleek black executive jacket, stood out–not just because of his graying hair but also because of the undeniable authority he carried.

Unlike the others, his attire was slightly more casual, yet his presence made it clear he

outranked them all.

Arion, upon seeing the man, stiffened before quickly rising to greet him. “Mr. Hilton! What brings you here?”