Chapter 907: Not long ago, they had ridiculed and scorned Corrine, convinced that she could never be the renowned designer Corry of the Redamancg brand.
So this was a shock-a stiffening shock.
They had always viewed her as nothing more than a penniless country girl, someone who had stumbled into Lyhaton by Bruce's sheer charity. They had believed she lacked the sophistication, the connections, and the pedigree to ever truly belong. Had Bruce not taken her in, she would have faded into obscurity.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo matter how intelligent she was, her background had been deemed unsuitable for Bruce. She had nothing to offer the Ashton family-no wealth, no status, no strategic advantage.
Tand again, they had schemed to drive a wedge between her and Bruce, hoping to cast her out before she could latch on too tightly.
But fate had unfolded differently. Corrine had blossomed not only as the owner of Timeless Treasures but also as the renowned designer Corry of Redamancg. The truth was out in the open now. Had they known then who she truly was, they would have clung to her with desperate fingers. Now, regret was a poison that spread quietly among them.
Corrine's cool gaze swept the room, like an ocean breeze on a stifling day. Her eyes landed on Leah and Bruce. "Ms. Burgess, Mr. Ashton-your love is true. I wish you both endless happiness. I even prepared a small gift, one I believe Ms. Burgess will particularly enjoy." Leah's eyelid twitched, a muscle spasm betraying the unease churning beneath her poised exterior.
Corrine and her entourage began to walk away from the venue. She decided to bid farewell to Willa before leaving the hotel.
As Corrine and Nate drifted into the distance, Rita's composure shattered. From nowhere, a knife glinted in her hand. "You bitch! I'll kill you!" she screamed, launching herself forward.
"Rita!" Tracy shouted, calling for help as the crowd surged to restrain her.
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Slap! Tracy whipped a hard slap that left a red imprint on Rita's cheek. Her eyes were cold, her voice like stone. “You have truly disappointed me." She drew in a slow breath.
Regaining her mask of composure, Tracy said, "Take her back to the Ashton mansion. She is not to leave her room until I say so." "Mom!" Rita's screams followed her, shrill and broken. "I'm your daughter! You cannot abandon me! No one knows how much I have suffered-but you do! Mom!" The pleas dug into Tracy's chest, each word a clawed hand.
Her body trembled, and her fists om clenched white-knuckled at her sides.
But too many eyes were watching, waiting for her to shatter.
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