The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Problems Than You Solve

Jayden and Waldo were too shaken to say a word.

Corrine spoke up. "Grandpa, I was the one who asked my uncles to keep this from you. If anyone deserves punishment, it's me."

As she spoke, she held the ruler out to Carl, silently urging him to strike her instead.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Carl's expression darkened as he looked at the ruler with disdain

and tossed it aside without hesitation.

Corrine crouched down, resting her head lightly on Carl's lap. "Grandpa, please don't be mad.".

"But you're a young woman. How could you tolerate such disgusting slander?" Carl's voice still carried traces of anger.

Corrine's lashes quivered at his words, warmth spreading through her chest.

The unwavering trust of her family felt like an unshakable fortress behind her, giving her the courage to face any enemy.

Her lips curved slightly, and even in her gratitude, she didn't forget to defend her

uncles. “Grandpa, you know I never let these things bother me. Besides, my uncles have always protected me in their own ways."

"Corrine, you don't have to cover for them." Carl remained unmoved, shooting a

displeased glare at his sons. "What kind of uncles are you-letting Corrine take the fall for no reason! You always create more problems than you solve!"

Jayden, a political bigwig, felt unfairly accused.

Waldo, one of the top lawyers of the world, also felt wrongly blamed.

Yet, despite their frustration, both men knew that when the Ford family's little princess suffered, they were the ones held accountable.

The moment they saw those vile words and indecent photos, they had been ready to storm the Ashton family's doors.

Carl shot another sharp glance at his sons. "Get out of my sight! Just looking at you

irritates me!"

The two exchanged a silent look and quickly left the study.

Corrine had spent the night at the Ford mansion and, for once in a long time, woke up

naturally-a rare luxury.

After freshening up, she dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast.

In the living room, an array of designer clothes was meticulously arranged by color and length, forming six neat rows. Some were even limited editions. And every single piece belonged to Corrine.

She was long used to such extravagance.

"Miss Holland, these will be sent to your current apartment," Leland informed her. Corrine gave a small nod. "Where's Grandpa?"

"He went fishing with his friends." Leland hesitated briefly before adding, "He also asked me to let you know that you should take a week off."

Corrine paused mid-chew, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Alright. Got it."

Since her grandfather insisted, she had no choice but to oblige. She might as well lean into the role of a carefree rich girl.

As noon approached, Karina called. "Let's go out tonight! It's been forever since we went drinking and clubbing together."

Corrine barely hesitated. "Where to?"

"A new bar just opened. Let's check it out!"

"Sounds good."

The moment she hung up, an invitation for dinner popped up on her phone-this time from Nate.

Meanwhile, a meeting at Brighton Group was wrapping up, and the tension in the

room

eased as everyone discreetly exhaled.

Just then, Nate's phone, resting on the table, buzzed.

Matias instinctively glanced at the screen. The moment he read the message, his eyesnoveldrama

flickered toward Nate.

As expected, Nate's brows knitted slightly, and an unmistakable chill spread across his sharp features.