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    Corrine said nothing. She didn’t speak or react. Her eyes simply drifted over to the rest of the Ashton family.


    They nced her way, but none of them could hold her gaze for more than a second. Unease weighed too heavily on them.


    Tracy stood behind them, her patience snapping. She gave them a hard shove, forcing them to stumble forward.


    Caught off guard, they awkwardly shuffled ahead, exchanged uneasy looks, and then hung their heads. “Miss Hond, we’re sorry.”


    Corrine gave the faintest nod, barely moving her head. Her face remained cold,pletely unreadable. That icy silence gnawed at the Ashtons, leaving them restless and uneasy.


    Back then, they hadn’t even spared her a nce. To them, she was invisible.


    Now, the truth hade out—not only was she the owner of Timeless Treasures, but she was also the well-known designer, Corry.


    She must have kept those secret identities on purpose while she was still living with the Ashton family. Now that she’d cut ties with them, they were sure she was back to settle the score.


    Corrine didn’t bother wasting energy wondering what the Ashtons were thinking. Instead, she turned her attention to Adalynn, who still stood there with her head down. “Ms. Hemingway, did you really think keeping quiet would get you off the hook?”


    The sound of her name made Adalynn’s whole body stiffen, and a faint tremor ran through her shoulders.


    “Ms. Hemingway, you just used me of being a liar and threatened to sue me. So why have you suddenly gone silent?” Corrine’s voice was calm, yetced with an icy edge that sent a chill through the room. Adalynn’s eyshes fluttered, her wide eyes betraying the panic surging within her. She parted her lips, but no sound emerged—her throat was parched, dry like sandpaper.


    Corrine arched a delicate brow, a faint smile curling at the edges of her lips. Her expression was serene, but her gaze remained as cold as winter frost. She studied Adalynn, waiting.


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    Adalynn’s heart pounded hard. She knew she was trapped, but to apologize—to lower herself before Corrine in front of so many witnesses—was unthinkable.


    After all, she was a fashionpetition champion, honed by professional training. Corrine, despite her undeniable talent, was self-taught. What right did she have to demand an apology?


    “Adalynn, you have brought me nothing but shame!” A thunderous voice crashed through the room.


    At the sound, Adalynn’s entire body stiffened. The color drained from her face as if someone had pulled a plug on herposure.


    Her head snapped up, and her pupils trembled as she took in the man striding toward her. “Mr. Hampton…”


    Before she could finish, Chesney Hampton’s voice shed through the air. “I’m here to cut ties with you. I will never acknowledge a shameless apprentice like you. You have done nothing but disgrace me! I took you under my wing, shared everything I knew, and this is how you repay me?”


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