The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36 Please Don’t

Leave

Amid the frantic pleas from the crowd, Bruce clenched his jaw, his fists tightening in frustration before finally conceding, his voice strained with reluctance. “Corrine, I never intended to kick you out of the company, nor

was I targeting you-

Corrine cut him off, her tone as cold as ice, her gaze unwavering as she met him with a look of complete indifference. “Do you really think your intentions matter to me now?”

Her words sliced through the tension in the room, sharp and unyielding “I came here today only to resign.”

Her voice was devoid of any emotion, as if this decision had been made long before the moment had arrived. If it weren’t for the resignation, she wouldn’t have even bothered setting foot in this place let alone waste a single word on the people gathered before her.

Without another glance, she turned, her every step measured and purposeful as she walked toward the exit.

Bruce, still seated, felt a surge of anger rising within him as he watched her resolute figure moving away. His chest tightened, and the fury he’d been holding back for so long erupted, searing through him.

He shot to his feet, his face dark with stormy rage, his voice hard with authority. “Corrine, I won’t accept your resignation! Do you think you can just waltz in and out of Ashton Group whenever you please?”

Corrine halted, glancing over her shoulder at Bruce, the mockery in her eyes undeniable as a bitter smile curved her lips. “Do you really believe Ashton Group can hold me back?”

Her words dripped with sarcasm. “What, Bruce? Are you planning to kidnap me? Don’t forget how much blood, sweat, and tears it took me to help you build Ashton Group into what it is now!”

Bruce was struck dumb, his voice caught in his throat as he stared into her cold eyes. The atmosphere between them grew heavy, freezing in its stillness. His heart pounded painfully, his breath shallow, as if something

invisible had seized him.

In the past, those eyes had always held warmth, affection-when had they ever been so frigid, so indifferent?

Had she truly stopped caring for him?

One of the board members chimed in, “Miss Holland, you’ve been the one running things at Ashton Group for years. If you resign now, what will happen to the rest of the company?”

Another added, “The Brooks family pulling their investment isn’t a big deal. How could the board possibly hold it against you over something so trivial?”

“Miss Holland, you must consider this carefully. The success of Ashton Group today is because of your tireless. efforts. If you leave now, won’t all that hard work be for nothing?”

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But Corrine seemed to hear none of it. Without a second glance, she pushed open the meeting room door and walked out, her footsteps resolute.

Bruce stood frozen, watching her figure retreat, his hands balled into fists at his sides, his body trembling from

the strain.

His heart plunged, as though something irreplaceable had slipped through his grasp.

As the news of Corrine’s sudden resignation spread, chaos rippled through the halls. Some whispered with delight, while others murmured in concern about the company’s future.

But Corrine, the very center of it all, felt nothing.

Once she had made the decision to sever her ties with Bruce, the fate of Ashton Group held no sway over her.

Inside her office, she moved with sharp efficiency, packing up her things.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Bruce stepped inside. “Corrine, can we talk?”

“There’s nothing left to say.” Corrine’s voice was icy, devoid of warmth, her tone clipped and businesslike. “Take a good look. I don’t want any of these things, so don’t even think of using them as an excuse later.”