The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65 Show Your Gratitude In Another Way

While Leah was in a state of utter despair, Corrine was engrossed in the

latest social media updates over coffee.

Just five minutes earlier, Leah had addressed the media from her hospital room, apologetically acknowledging her mistakes to her fans and vowing to make amends and seek Corrine’s forgiveness with sincerity.

On camera, Leah kept a calm facade, her glistening tears on her pale face. instantly stirring empathy from the audience.

However, these tears were nothing more than a strategic ploy for garnering pity and forgiveness.

In the end, her actions had simply circled back to her.

“Miss Holland, I’ve brought the documents for the upcoming bidding event,” Natasha said, entering the office and setting the paperwork on Corrine’s

desk.

Corrine gave a nod of approval. “The PR team has outdone themselves this

time.”

Natasha hesitated before responding, her voice laced with uncertainty, “Actually, it wasn’t really our team. I thought you might have assigned it

elsewhere.”

Corrine looked puzzled for a moment. “Oh, I see. Thank you, you can return

to your tasks now.”

“Sure.” As Natasha turned to leave, she paused, turning back tentatively. “Earlier today, Ashton Group’s CEO requested a meeting. I told him you

were away on business.”

Corrine’s face turned cold as she focused on the documents before her. “From now on, deny any meetings with Ashton Group without notifying me.”

“Understood.” Natasha acknowledged with a nod before exiting.

Later that day, Corrine made her way to Lonsong Restaurant as intended.

She followed a waiter into the same private room she had visited the day

before.

Nate was already there, speaking into his phone, turned away from her.

His attire consisted of a black shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up to expose his strong forearms.

Under the vibrant neon lights, his sharply defined features were illuminated, lending an almost magical allure to even his side profile.

With dark, intense eyebrows, a prominent nose, and thin lips pressed together, he radiated a sense of distant coolness.

As he detected footsteps approaching, he partially turned, his cold. expression melting into a softer look upon spotting Corrine, a flicker of warmth crossing his eyes.

Ending his phone call, he approached Corrine and with a welcoming smile, pulled out a chair for her. “Sorry for keeping you waiting because of my call. I wish I could have greeted you at the door.”

“I’m not that fussy,” Corrine replied, taking the seat Nate had pulled out for