The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253 You Won’t

Find A Prince In A…

Karina’s handbag hit the floor with a thud, its contents sprawling out.

“Sorry,” replied the man, promptly beginning to gather her scattered items.

“Don’t worry about it,” Karina said as she took the items from his hands.

When she lifted her gaze to the man who helped her, Karina’s heartbeat quickened, and

her mind went blank.

“Miss? Miss?” A nearby waiter, noticing her phone’s incessant ringing, attempted to

draw her attention.

Yet, Karina was unresponsive, her attention wholly captivated by the visage of the man

from earlier.

She spun on her heel suddenly. Her focus was directed solely at the men’s restroom

door.

On a sudden impulse, Karina charged into the men’s restroom.

“What the hell!”

“What is a woman doing in here?”

“Damn! Is this not the men’s room?”

As various shouts rang out, men adjusted their attire in haste and exited swiftly.

Karina, however, paid no mind to the uproar, her eyes intensely focused on Moses

profile.

When Moses faced her, emotions surged within Karina, her bitterness rising and tears clouding her vision.

“Hey, are you okay?” Moses asked, concerned by her swift change from joy to sorrow. He narrowed his eyes, half–wondering if she was an old flame seeking retribution.

As she collected herself, Karina forced a shaky smile. “I’m fine.”

Turning away, her tears cascaded, marring her makeup.

The realization hit her hard; she hadn’t moved on from him…

Karina’s enthusiasm for the game faded in an instant. She pulled out her phone and

called for a driver.

Under the glow of a streetlamp, she watched as a group exited a restaurant on the opposite sidewalk.

Her gaze locked on Bruce, who leaned heavily on his assistant for support.

Once the others had dispersed, Bruce made his way to a nearby trash can, where he began retching painfully.

Karina watched, a perverse sense of relief washing over her, lightening her spirits.

She couldn’t help but smirk, pulling out her phone to capture Bruce’s pitiful state. She quickly sent the photos to Corrine and a voice message, saying, “Just so you know, you’ll never find a prince in a dumpster!”

Lately, the Ashton family had been reeling from one disaster after another. Corrine had extracted a large settlement from them, they had been forced to stop their hot spring hotel project, and now, their board members were threatening to pull their investments.

Forced to salvage his family’s reputation, Bruce found himself attending numerous social events to mend fences.

Normally, Bruce wouldn’t have bothered with these minor investors, but given the current dire circumstances, he couldn’t ignore anyone.

That evening, he had managed to eat very little, and his stomach was now rebelling.