?Chapter 490:


    Yet, despite all her carefully curated efforts, Corrine had managed to win Meg over with something as simple as a few school supplies.


    Leah could not understand why.


    The journey to the orphanage was long, so the Archer family had arranged for a small bus to transport the group.


    Cn, ever meticulous, had also assigned staff to apany them, ensuring everything ran smoothly.


    As the final bags were loaded onto the bus, everyone settled into their seats.


    Leah deliberately chose the seat next to Corrine, her expression frosty as she turned toward her.


    “Corrine, what exactly are you trying to do?”


    The notion that Corrine’s sudden appearance was mere coincidence was something Leah refused to believe.


    “Why should I tell you?” Corrine arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.


    Leah’s breath hitched, frustration ring in her chest. Her gaze darted toward Meg, seated in the front row. Gritting her teeth, she leaned in and hissed, “Whatever you are plotting, I suggest you stay in yourne.”


    Corrine barely spared her a nce, her attention shiftingzily to her phone. Then, with an almost bored air, she lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Leah.


    “Is Bruce using you to approach Meg for Cn’s investment?”


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    A sharp pang of rm shot through Leah. Herposure faltered, her expression tightening.


    “How do you know that?” she demanded, suspicion thick in her voice.


    Corrine chuckled, the sound light yet dripping with amusement.


    “Because with you involved, I have nothing to worry about.”


    Leah stiffened, her face darkening at the contempt woven into Corrine’s words.


    “What is that supposed to mean?”


    “Exactly what it sounds like,” Corrine met her gaze, a slow, taunting smile ying on her lips.


    “But don’t get toofortable—I will not let you seed.”


    Leah’s temper snapped like a taut wire.


    “Corrine, I am warning you! Stay out of this, or you will be ying with fire!”


    She meant every word. The Ashton Group’s future hinged on securing this investment, and any interference could unravel everything.


    But Corrine? She had no intention of backing down.


    She wanted the Ashton family to watch helplessly as everything they held dear crumbled to dust.


    The two-hour drive passed in tense silence, and when the bus finally came to a halt, it did so with a slight jolt.


    Corrine stepped out, taking in the bleak surroundings. The open space before them was unremarkable, save for the orphanage standing in quiet defiance amid the destion.


    A woman waited at the entrance—the director, who had been informed of their visit.


    The staff members worked quickly, unloading supplies from the bus. Corrine studied the area with a discerning eye.


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