The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215 Corrine, Why Don’t We Get Married

Karina hesitated, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she studied Corrine closely.

Their eyes locked, and Karina noticed a gleam of recognition in Corrine’s gaze. With a subtle smile, Corrine whispered, “The time has come to get rid of the Ashton family.”

The details of the kidnapping were a closely guarded secret among the Ashton family, and Corrine had kept it from everyone else.

She felt it wasn’t a chapter to brag about, and also, too much time had passed to share

such burdens now.

Corrine had thought she’d put those dark days behind her, yet the past had a way of reemerging most unexpectedly.

The shock of seeing those old photos was initial, but she soon connected them to the Ashton family.

She recalled how Bruce had managed the situation back then.

He had not only collaborated with law enforcement to apprehend the kidnappers but had also wiped all traces of her involvement and silenced any potential media coverage

to safeguard her public image.

At that moment, Corrine had felt genuinely cared for by someone who was not related by blood.

She had once believed Bruce was the man she could depend on forever.

Reflecting now, she recognized the naivety of that trust.

Whether it was the Ashton family or Bruce himself, their intentions had always been self–serving.

They would have cast her aside for the family’s prospects without a second thought.

Despite understanding the stakes of a woman’s reputation, they had mercilessly

exploited her to save their own skins.

Such ingratitude was typical of those who had climbed to power; they often forgot the hands that supported them during their weakest moments.

Now, they wouldn’t hesitate to crush her if it served their interests.

A scornful smile curled on Corrine’s lips, her eyes cold with detachment.

Regarding those photographs…

She lifted her eyes, a tangle of emotions flickering in their depths, impossible to

decipher.

At that instant, her phone buzzed. Recognizing Nate’s number on the screen, Corrine’s

cold facade melted into a hint of warmth.

As soon as she answered, Nate’s soothing voice filled her ear. “Do you need my

assistance?”

“No,” Corrine responded gently.

She was confident in her ability to manage on her own.

Yet, something continued to trouble her…

“Have you seen the kind of woman I am?” she asked.

“Think what you will, but remember, my love for you is unwavering.” Nate’s words were casual, yet they struck Corrine deeply.

Her grip on the phone tightened, as if trying to cling to the sentiment behind his words.