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    If Corrine had no one propping her up, where did she get the audacity to challenge her, to manipte events so precisely, even going as far as convincing Luna to retract her statement—dragging Leah’s name through the mud?


    “She’s just unting her limited sess, growing more insufferable by the day,” Tracy murmured, her voiceced with quiet derision.


    Hearing that, Leah softened her tone, feigning thoughtfulness. “In a way, Corrine’s hostility toward me is understandable. If I hadn’t entered the picture when I did, she might have married Bruce by now. It’s only natural that she resents me.”


    Tracy was quick to refute this. “Nonsense! For three years, she clung to the Ashton family, using thepany’s future as a bargaining chip to pressure Bruce into marriage. Thank goodness he saw sense and left her at the wedding.”


    She patted Leah’s hand in reassurance. “Believe me, I know Bruce. He never truly cared for Corrine.”


    Leah nodded gently. “Understood, Mrs. Ashton.”


    With that, theyposed themselves and returned to the private room. As they stepped inside, they exchanged knowing nces but made no mention of their run-in with Corrine.


    No sooner had they taken their seats than Mird’s voice cut through the air. “What took you so long?”


    Leah adopted a polite smile, her tone light yet measured. “My stomach was a bit unsettled.” Then, turning toward Mird, she added with just the right touch of apology, “Sorry for the dy, Mr. Ashton.”


    At once, Sonia’s brow furrowed with concern. “What happened? Did you eat something bad?”


    “Perhaps,” Leah answered vaguely, brushing off the concern as she subtly steered the conversation elsewhere. Her eyes swept across the room, quickly noticing an empty seat. “Where’s Bruce?” she asked, her voiceced with casual curiosity.


    “He went out to take a call,” Mird said. “He should be back soon.”


    Leah nodded, but the thought of the exclusive VIP room Corrine was in gnawed at her. She couldn’t shake the image of Corrine surrounded by a group of influential figures from her mind.


    Why was Corrine always so lucky? Why did sess seem to fall into herp while Leah kept hitting roadblocks?


    The bitterness churned in Leah’s stomach, robbing her of her appetite.


    “Corrine, you followed me here!” a familiar voice called out behind her as Corrine stepped out of the restroom.


    Corrine’s brow furrowed slightly, but she didn’t stop. She didn’t even nce back.


    Bruce watched her retreating figure, his eyes darkening. In a sh, he strode after her.


    “Admit it,” he said, catching up. “You can’t forget me!” His voice wasced with urgency as he grabbed her wrist.


    Corrine didn’t hesitate. She wrenched free as if recoiling from something vile.


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