The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200 She Had Meant Every Word

Leah’s glare cut through Corrine, her body trembling with fury. Her clenched teeth barely held back the venom brewing inside her. The cold glint in her eyes was as sharp and lethal as a snake poised to strike.

Before the tension could settle, a voice rang out from the crowd. “Isn’t it obvious? They used you! A woman blinded by love is easy to control. Otherwise, why else would you work yourself to the bone for the Ashton family, only to be tossed aside like nothing? Talk about a profitable business model.”

Corrine’s eyes flickered toward Karina, hidden among the guests. A faint smile tugged at her lips.

The remark struck a nerve, sending ripples through the once–silent crowd. What followed was a chorus of biting commentary, each voice laced with scorn.

“Funny how Miss Holland was never once acknowledged at Ashton Group’s past celebrations, and now, out of nowhere, they bring her in–just to cover up for Bruce and Leah. Absolutely shameless.”

“They stooped so low, preying on Miss Holland’s emotions just to get what they wanted. Good thing she got out early. Otherwise, they would’ve bled her dry.”

“She gave everything for that family–stood by them, worked tirelessly–only to be discarded when it suited them. If that isn’t cruel, I don’t know what is.”

“A real man would step up and take responsibility, but Bruce Ashton? He lets an unarmed woman take the hit while he cowers in the background. What kind of self–righteous coward does that?”

With each scathing remark, the tide of public opinion shifted. Sympathy gathered like a storm, and all of it was for Corrine–the woman wronged, deceived, and cast aside.

Tracy’s jaw tightened, her gaze locking onto Corrine with an icy glint. This wasn’t the outcome she had orchestrated. She had been so sure her plan was airtight–that Corrine would have no choice but to submit. Yet, here they were. Not only had Corrine managed to twist the narrative in her favor, but she had also dragged the entire Ashton family’s reputation through the mud.

It seemed that Corrine had made up her mind–she would see the Ashton family fall. The sheer cruelty of her

intent was chilling.

Farris stood off to the side, his gaze piercing despite the cloudiness in his aging eyes.

Corrine hadn’t come here unprepared. That much was obvious.

Agreeing to Tracy’s demand for an explanation had been nothing more than a calculated opening move.

Those photos, that damning audio–none of it could have surfaced so swiftly without skillful maneuvering.

And the voices stirring public opinion? They weren’t mere onlookers. They were pieces of Corrine’s strategy,

placed precisely where she wanted them.

The Ashtons had convinced themselves they were in control, but the moment Corrine stepped into this room, they had unknowingly surrendered to her game.

Farris had always known she despised Bruce–and by extension, the entire Ashton family.

Yet, he had clung to the belief that three years of history would still hold some weight, that she might leave them with something other than ruin,