The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Who Could Be Pulling Strings To Protec…

The image of Corrine humiliated and pleading for mercy brought a fleeting sense of satisfaction to Leah, lifting her spirits.

Her phone buzzed beneath her pillow, its vibration breaking the silence. Picking it up, she saw Tracy’s name flashing on the screen.

“Oh, Leah.” Tracy’s voice was steeped in concern. “I just read the news. How

could you keep something like this from me? It’s heartbreaking to see you. suffer such an injustice!”

Her tone shifted to one of bitter disdain as she pivoted to Corrine. “I told Bruce from the beginning–Corrine wasn’t fit to be with him. That woman brought nothing but whispers and scandals to the company. Marrying her was bound to disgrace the Ashton family.”

Leah’s eyes briefly flashed with contempt, but she masked it well, her voice remaining gentle and composed. “Mrs. Ashton, I share some of the blame for what happened. If not for my involvement, Corrine and Bruce wouldn’t have had such a dramatic falling out, and she might never have left Ashton Group so abruptly.”

Tracy scoffed, her voice brimming with derision. “The Ashton Group ist better off without her! That woman was nothing more than a country girl, deluded into thinking she could transform herself. Years of wealth can’t polish someone like that. Her vulgarity always shows through.”

Before Leah could respond, Tracy pressed on, her tone lightening slightly, “Leah, concentrate on recovering for now. Once you’re feeling better, we should arrange a family dinner to discuss your marriage to Bruce.”

“Of course,” Leah answered sweetly, her voice honeyed but calculated.

Chapter 63 Who Could Be Pulling Strings To Protect Corrine

After a few more minutes of conversation, she ended the call and leaned back with a satisfied sigh.

Her moment of peace shattered as her assistant burst into the room, her face flushed and eyes wide with alarm.

“Leah, something terrible has happened!”

Leah’s expression darkened, a flicker of impatience tightening her features. “What now?”

The assistant handed over a tablet with trembling hands. “It’s the video we posted earlier. Another account just released an unedited version. It shows you pushing Corrine onto the traffic road. The internet is in an uproar.”

Leah’s brows knitted into a deep furrow as she snatched the tablet. Her elegant composure dissolved into icy disdain while her fingers, shaking with suppressed anger, scrolled through the endless stream of comments.

Arguments raged beneath the video, dividing fans and critics. Each side hurled accusations and defenses, the chaos only adding to Leah’s simmering fury.

“Why would Corrine pick a fight with Leah in the middle of a crowded street? Maybe Leah should take a good look in the mirror first.”

“The real issue here is that she got caught red–handed. How does she still have the audacity to show her face in public?”