The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 A Bad Penny That Keeps Turning Up

The driver abruptly halted the car, his bewildered gaze meeting Corrine’s in the rearview mirror. “Miss Holland?”

Corrine adjusted her curls with casual composure. “Find a parking spot.”

“Certainly,” he responded, quickly maneuvering into an available space and opening her door..

“I’m taking a brief walk,” she instructed. “Wait here.”

The driver nodded in compliance.

Her high heels clicked rhythmically against the pavement as she strolled down the sidewalk, headed toward Lonsong Restaurant. Though her posture remained poised, her eyes scanned the surroundings, drawn

unconsciously by the hope of spotting a familiar, lean silhouette.

“Corrine?” The startled voices of Rita and Leah broke her thoughts.

They had imagined her departure from the Ashton family would leave her downtrodden, stripped of the

radiance they envied.

Yet here she was, cutting through their expectations like a blade through silk.

Corrine wore a tailored royal blue suit that shimmered with understated opulence, the fabric itself a quiet

testament to its exclusivity. The bold hue highlighted her commanding presence, an aura that seemed to

challenge the very air around her.

Her dark curls framed her face with effortless allure, their glossy strands softening the icy precision of her

elegance.

Leah, who had long harbored jealousy for Corrine’s striking features, felt her envy flare anew. Somehow,

Corrine had grown even more captivating, her quiet confidence overshadowing Leah in ways she couldn’t admit.

“Corrine, what are you doing here?” Rita’s voice carried the sharp sting of resentment, her eyes brimming with thinly veiled animosity.

Corrine’s brows knitted slightly, her gaze cooling as it swept over them. Displeasure flickered briefly across her face like a shadow at dusk.

These two-always turning up like weeds in a garden.

“Corrine, we weren’t expecting to see you here. Dining at Lonsong, are you?” Leah’s smile was polished, her tone feigning warmth, though the jealousy simmering beneath it was unmistakable. She began to approach

Corrine.

Corrine’s expression didn’t waver, but her eyes hardened like winter’s frost. “Miss Burgess,” she said evenly,

“have you already forgotten the warnings I gave you?”

Leah’s practiced smile faltered, her steps faltering under the weight of Corrine’s piercing gaze.