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    At that moment, her phone interrupted the peacefulness with a call from Jacob.


    “Miss Hond, your invitation is waiting in your private mailbox downstairs.”


    “Thank you, I’ll get it soon,” Corrine responded, and then ended the call. Leaning against the tub, Corrine let her thoughts drift as the heat from the water rxed her.


    Later, dressed again, Corrine descended to the mailbox and fetched a thick, ck envelope. Its ssical design and red wax seal bearing the auction house’s symbol signaled its importance.


    The famous auction house, Forreal, differentiated its invitations by ck, gold, and silver—each color indicating a level of exclusivity, with ck being the highest. Corrine held a ck invitation in her hand, a sign of top-tier status.


    She opened it, checked the time, and then headed back to her apartment.


    In a different part of the city, Leah finally secured her own invitation and made her way to the Ashton residence. Upon entering, she immediately felt the subdued, almost mncholic mood of the ce.


    Tracy,ing down the stairs, met Leah with a reserved smile.


    “Hello, Leah.”


    “Mrs. Ashton,” Leah replied cheerfully, presenting a package.


    “I brought this delicacy, I hope it pleases you.”


    “You really didn’t have to bring anything,” Tracy gestured subtly to a maid, who moved swiftly to collect the items.


    She glided over to Leah, sping her hand with maternal warmth.


    “I’ve watched you blossom into the remarkable woman you are today—kind, thoughtful, and considerate. Bruce couldn’t ask for a better partner. He’s truly blessed to have you as his future wife.”


    A rosy blush crept across Leah’s cheeks as she smiled demurely.


    “I just… I hope you don’t resent me. If it weren’t for my involvement, the Ashton family wouldn’t be facing this scandal.”


    Tracy’s voice turned to ice as she interjected, “You’re not to me for any of this. That maniptive Corrine bears full responsibility! She hasn’t just damaged your and Bruce’s reputations—she’s brought shame to the entire Ashton family. She seems to have forgotten who provided herfortable lifestyle all these years. Now that she’s found wealthy backing, she’s determined to crush us beneath her heel. Mark my words, people like her eventually face divine justice.”


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    In Tracy’s mind, Corrine shouldered all me for the Ashton family’s current predicament. Yet the family conveniently overlooked their own role—their insatiable greed and Rita’s revenge, leading to their current misfortunes.


    Observing Tracy’s venomous attitude toward Corrine sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through Leah.


    “Please take care of yourself. Don’t let this upset you further,” Leah said softly. She guided Tracy to the sofa, epting a cup of coffee from the maid before offering it to Tracy with a solicitous smile.


    Tracy savored a sip, exhaling deeply before turning her attention to Leah.


    “What brings you here today, dear?”


    “There’s a Forreal auction tomorrow,” Leah responded with calcted gentleness.


    “I thought it might lift Rita’s spirits to attend.”


    Tracy’s face brightened considerably.


    “How wonderfully thoughtful of you.” Since the incident, Rita had been confined to her chambers, her istion breaking Tracy’s maternal heart. Yet with both Farris and Bruce holding Rita responsible, Tracy remained powerless to intervene.


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