The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 Corrine Should

Be Held Accountable

Leah stood in front of Bruce, dressed in a white dress.

Tears had streaked her pale face, and the marks of Corrine’s slaps stood out on her cheeks, red and swollen.

She looked like a flower beaten down by the storm.

“Bruce…” Her voice cracked with a heartbreaking rasp as she leaned into his chest, her tears threatening to spill.

A pang of pain shot through Bruce as he saw her distress, his brows knitting together.

He enveloped Leah in his arms, his hand soothing her trembling body. “Don’t worry. I’m right here.”

Feeling out of place, Sonia decided to quietly slip away.

She threw a meaningful look over her shoulder as she left.

True to her suspicion, Leah coaxed Bruce into her room, a cunning smile briefly crossing Sonia’s face.

Just then, a servant appeared, bearing a tray with Corey’s coffee. “Mrs. Burgess.”

“Hand it over,” Sonia responded, accepting the tray and heading toward Corey’s study.

Entering the room, she coughed as smoke filled her lungs.

After setting down the coffee, she waved her hands to clear the smoke and opened the balcony window for some air.

“Why are you smoking so much?” she scolded.

Corey inhaled deeply from his cigarette, releasing a slow puff of smoke. “Bruce is here?”

“Yeah, he’s in Leah’s room,” Sonia replied, her smile suggesting she knew more than

she let on.

Corey’s face tensed slightly. He put out his cigarette in the ashtray and said in a calm voice, “If he’s here, it means he still has feelings for Leah. If he cares, we can work with

that.”

“What are you suggesting?” Sonia asked. Having been an opera troupe actress in her younger years, she knew how to capture a man’s heart but was unfamiliar with the complexities of the business world.

She observed Corey’s serious face. “Is there another plan you’re considering?” she asked.

“Leah’s reputation is in ruins this time, and the planned marriage alliance between the Ashton and Burgess families is once again delayed. Clearly, I believe Corrine should be held accountable for this.”

As he voiced these thoughts, a sharp, cold gleam flashed across Corey’s eyes.

At that moment, Corrine shivered, suddenly feeling cold. “Achoo!”

“Are you coming down with a cold?” Nate asked, grasping Corrine’s slightly chilled hand and draping his coat over her shoulders.

Corrine just sniffled slightly. “No, I’m alright.”

They drove toward Corrine’s apartment.

This wasn’t Nate’s first time escorting her home, so Corrine didn’t give it much thought.

Upon reaching her apartment door, Nate lingered, clearly reluctant to leave. Corrine acted innocent, widening her eyes as if clueless. “Well, I’m home now.”

Her message was unmistakable; she was telling him to leave.