The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299 She Had Underestimated Corrine

Matias wavered, noting Karina’s discomfort, before offering with careful distance. “Miss Brooks, shall I arrange transportation for you?”

“Don’t bother,” Karina declared, sliding her sunglasses into place and hoisting her bag with practiced indifference before marching away with exaggerated confidence.

Matias stood there, stung by the rebuff, his brow furrowing in contemplation of women’s inscrutability.

As Nate and Corrine prepared to get in the car, Matias hastened to join them.

Bruce, supporting Leah as they emerged from Modern Square, found his gaze drawn to Corrine nestled naturally in Nate’s protective embrace.

The sight challenged everything he thought he knew about her. In his mind, Corrine had always been winter incarnate, holding the world at arm’s length. Yet here she was, dismantling his certainties one by one.

Her warmth existed–it simply belonged to another man, while Bruce received only the chill of her indifference.

Memories surfaced unbidden: Corrine’s desperate pursuit of marriage, followed by her swift progression into a new romance after their split.

She displayed her affection to another man openly, showing neither the wounds of heartbreak nor the weight of guilt when she was in front of him. Bruce questioned the depth of feelings that could transition so seamlessly.

Though love had never stirred in his heart for Corrine, something in him rebelled at how quickly she had found solace in another’s arms, how freely she offered her tenderness and submission.

In some corner of his mind, he had claimed ownership of that gentleness.

His frown deepened as his grip on Leah’s waist unconsciously tightened.

Leah’s sharp intake of breath drew her gaze upward, where she caught Bruce’s distant

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stare fixed on Corrine’s departing figure.

She lowered her eyes, concealing their glacial glint as

glint as she realized she had

underestimated her rival.

Even with another man in her life, Corrine still wielded power over Bruce.

Rita suddenly burst into their line of sight, her tear–stained cheeks flushed and swollen. “Bruce, you must defend our honor this time.”

Bruce’s attention snapped back, his glance carrying traces of contempt at her disheveled state–makeup smeared, black trails of eyeliner mapping her tears.

“I warned you against provoking her,” he reprimanded sharply.

“That manipulative witch played us for fools, plotting against Leah and me, forcing us into such degradation.” Rita’s voice rose with each word, fury and humiliation feeding each other. “I don’t care what it takes–you must make her pay!”

Bruce’s features hardened to stone. “Enough! We’re leaving. Now.”

The dust had barely settled on recent upheavals, and his priority lay in regaining Calan’s favor and securing new ventures. Revenge against Corrine held no place in his agenda.

Moreover, witnessing her easy familiarity with Jayden’s circle at Maple Grove Villa had taught him caution.