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    Not long ago, they had ridiculed and scorned Corrine, convinced that she could never be the renowned designer Corry of the Redamancg brand.


    So this was a shock—a stiffening shock.


    They had always viewed her as nothing more than a penniless country girl, someone who had stumbled into Lyhaton by Bruce’s sheer charity. They had believed shecked the sophistication, the connections, and the pedigree to ever truly belong. Had Bruce not taken her in, she would have faded into obscurity.


    No matter how intelligent she was, her background had been deemed unsuitable for Bruce. She had nothing to offer the Ashton family—no wealth, no status, no strategic advantage.


    Time and again, they had schemed to drive a wedge between her and Bruce, hoping to cast her out before she couldtch on too tightly.


    But fate had unfolded differently. Corrine had blossomed not only as the owner of Timeless Treasures but also as the renowned designer Corry of Redamancg. The truth was out in the open now. Had they known then who she truly was, they would have clung to her with desperate fingers. Now, regret was a poison that spread quietly among them.


    Corrine’s cool gaze swept the room, like an ocean breeze on a stifling day. Her eyesnded on Leah and Bruce. “Ms. Burgess, Mr. Ashton—your love is true. I wish you both endless happiness. I even prepared a small gift, one I believe Ms. Burgess will particrly enjoy.”


    Leah’s eyelid twitched, a muscle spasm betraying the unease churning beneath her poised exterior.


    Corrine and her entourage began to walk away from the venue. She decided to bid farewell to Wi before leaving the hotel.


    As Corrine and Nate drifted into the distance, Rita’sposure shattered. From nowhere, a knife glinted in her hand. “You bitch! I’ll kill you!” she screamed,unching herself forward.


    “Rita!” Tracy shouted, calling for help as the crowd surged to restrain her.


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    They pried the de from her grip until the metal ttered to the floor.


    “Let me go!” Rita’s voice was raw. Her struggles were wild.


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    Tracy whipped a hard p that left a red imprint on Rita’s cheek. Her eyes were cold, her voice like stone. “You have truly disappointed me.” She drew in a slow breath.


    Regaining her mask ofposure, Tracy said, “Take her back to the Ashton mansion. She is not to leave her room until I say so.”


    “Mom!” Rita’s screams followed her, shrill and broken. “I’m your daughter! You cannot abandon me! No one knows how much I have suffered—but you do! Mom!”


    The pleas dug into Tracy’s chest, each word a wed hand.


    Her body trembled, and her fists clenched white-knuckled at her sides.


    But too many eyes were watching, waiting for her to shatter.


    She forced her grief down, smoothing it beneath a practiced calm as she turned to the emcee. “The engagement ceremony will continue.” The emcee, dazed for a while from the whole ordeal, smiled and quickly guided the event back on course.


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