?<strong>Chapter 1595:</strong>


    At that moment, her animosity toward Camille grew even stronger. The woman standing in her way of marriage now seemed like a threat that had to be eliminated quickly.


    Corrie stood up, still holding her phone, and left the house. She felt an urge to see Jennie.


    Considering Jennie was Brook’s ex-girlfriend, she might still hold some value. Surely, Brook couldn’t remainpletely indifferent to her, could he? With a smirk, Corrie decided to stir up chaos—chaos was her best weapon.


    Jenniey captive in a secluded vi, two hours’ drive from Watscar. The midnight hours stretched long and dark around her. Her restless sleep was abruptly interrupted by an unsettling presence that prickled at her consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, still clouded with sleep, as she instinctively nced over her shoulder.


    Terror seized her throat as she registered a shadowy figure looming in the darkness, perfectly still.


    Jennie shot upright in panic, a primal scream tearing from her lungs. She scrambled backward, tumbling from the bed, her limbs tangled in nkets.


    Corrie’s cruelughter sliced through the silence. “What a pitiful disy. You’re quite the entertainer.”


    Recognition dawned on Jennie, and fury reced her fear. She pulled herself up, her voiceced with venom. “Have youpletely lost your mind? Skulking around in the dark like some deranged stalker! Does terrorizing me amuse you?”


    Corrie’s calcting gaze ran over Jennie, silently appraising her. Despite the bitterness that twisted in her chest, she couldn’t ignore Jennie’s striking beauty. There was maturity in her face, an experience Camille’s youthful featurescked.


    Though she doubted Jennie couldpete with Brook’stest infatuation, Corrie knew she was a crucial piece in this game. If this gambit failed, she’d need toe up with another strategy.


    Jennie copsed against the bed, her voice dripping with disdain. “Get out of my sight. The sight of you sickens me.”


    Corrie’s lips twisted into a dark smile. She stalked forward, her fingers gripping Jennie’s chin with a vice-like hold, manicured nails digging into her soft skin.


    Jennie endured the pain in stoic silence.


    Corrie’s eyebrow arched as she towered over her captive. “Have you heard about Brook’stest conquest?”


    A heavy weight settled in Jennie’s stomach, but her expression remained unreadable. “Ancient history, Brook and I. His romantic pursuits are perfectly natural.”


    Sarcasmced Jennie’s next words. “Why the concern? Hoping to offer me somepanionship in my gilded cage? Looking to expand your collection of hostages?”


    She affected casual indifference. “This setup isn’t half-bad, really. Fine dining, premium drinks, sprawling estate… rather pleasant, if a bit solitary. By all means, bring your new rival here—I’d wee thepany.”


    Corrie scrutinized Jennie before releasing a harsh bark ofughter. “You think this luxuryes without cost? Did you mistake me for some charitable benefactor?”


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