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    “This is absurd! Rita is too young to face jail!” Tracy eximed, her eyes brimming with tears.


    “If she ends up imprisoned, what will be of her social standing? Which reputable Lyhaton family would ept her?”


    Meanwhile, Rita, isted in her room, found herselfpletely cut off, her electronic gadgets confiscated.


    She could distinctly hear the strained tones of her parents’ voices discussing the situation just below her. Rita had never expected Corrine to vindicate herself with those altered images, nor did she foresee a legal battle. If Corrine didn’t drop thewsuit, Rita knew she would likely rot away in prison. The thought of her reputation in ruins and being stuck with hardened criminals made her shudder.


    “No!” This reality was uneptable. She couldn’t face imprisonment.


    Driven by desperation, she found the door locked and could only pound helplessly on it.


    Regret overwhelmed her. Had she anticipated this oue, she never would have spread those damaging photos of Corrine.


    Downstairs, as Tracy wept uncontrobly, Mird, drained and unable tofort her, made a resolute deration.


    “I’ll consolidate what we have. If it’s still not enough, I’ll seek loans. We’ll manage to gather what we need one way or another.”


    Tracy responded with a nod, lost in her own thoughts. Mird took onest look at her, let out a resigned sigh, and departed without turning back.


    Corrine soon found out through Jules that the Ashton family had begun to offload their real estate in prime locations. These properties were considered gold mines in the real estate world.


    “You’re a typical member of the Ford family, Corrine,” Jules remarked, his voice tinged with both pride and a bit of boastfulness.


    This pride wasn’t about being part of the Ford family but rather about Corrine embodying what it meant to be one of them. Known for their principle of reciprocity rather than generosity, the Ford family firmly believed in giving as good as they got.


    Corrine had taken Carl’s lessons to heart, always seeking revenge for the smallest grievance.


    “Purchase those properties before someone else catches wind of them,” Corrine instructed, casting a nce at Jules, who reclined leisurely on the couch.


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    “They’ll be invaluable in less than five years.”


    “Consider it done,” Jules assured her confidently.


    He paused for a moment, then straightened up, curiosity evident as he asked, “What were your demands?”


    The figure must have been significant enough to push the Ashton family to divest such valuable assets, even hinting at the possible sale of their ancestral estate.


    With a subtle raise of her eyebrow and a mysterious smile, Corrine casually said, “Five percent of the Ashton Group’s market value…”


    While the Ashton family wasn’t among the top four elite families of Lyhaton, they held a strong position just below.


    Five percent of the Ashton Group’s market capitalization already exceeded one hundred million.


    Continuing in her even tone, Corrine added, “Plus, I want the Ashton familynd in the southernmercial district.”


    At her words, Jules was left utterly astounded.


    Jules reached for his coffee mug and sipped it, struggling to mask his surprise. It seemed that in the past three years, Corrine had evolved into an even more formidable individual. Hertest actions seemed designed to ensure the Ashton family had no way out.


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