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    After venting her fury, Corrie still felt restless. With nowhere else to channel her emotions, she stormed into a bar, determined to drown her sorrows in liquor. In her drunken haze, she pulled out her phone and called Jennie.


    By the time Jennie arrived, she found Corriepletely stered, reeking of alcohol. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she asked, “Why did you drag me out here?”


    Corrie nced up at Jennie, scoffing as she poured herself another drink. With a smirk, she said, “You are really pathetic. To Brook, you are nothingpared to that Camille.”


    Jennie stiffened, caught off guard. She hadn’t expected Corrie to say that. Her expression turned cold. “So what? I couldn’t care less.”


    Corrie sneered, her words sharp. “You are really useless. You don’t know how to make a man love you. If you can’t hold his heart, how do you expect him to treat you well?”


    She downed her drink in one swift motion before adding, “Did you know Brook is nning to bring Camille into the Owen Group?”


    Corrie scoffed, arms crossed as she leveled Jennie with a smug look. “You’ve been living with Brook for weeks, but that’s nothingpared to what Camille has achieved in a month. Has Brook ever hinted at bringing you into Owen Group? No? Thought so. You’re nothing to him.”


    Jennie’s fingers curled into fists, but she kept her irritation masked behind a cool expression. “He never mentioned anything like that, and frankly, I don’t care,” she said smoothly. “But look at you. You’ve been chasing after him for so long, yet he doesn’t even spare you a nce.”


    Corrie threw her head back with a burst ofughter, the sound sharp and mocking. When herughter died down, she flicked her gaze to Jennie’s chest, her lips curling. “You don’t care? I don’t buy it. That ruby brooch—Brook gave it to you, didn’t he? No need to deny it. Thest time we met, you weren’t wearing anything remotely valuable.”


    She leaned in slightly, her voice dripping with derision. “If it weren’t from Brook, why are you unting it like a prize?”


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    Jennie met her gaze without flinching. “He did give it to me. And what of it? Did he ever gift you anything?”


    Corrie poured herself another ss of wine, swirling itzily. “Gifts? Please. I don’t need trinkets from men. I aim for things you can’t even dream of having.”


    Jennie tilted her head, a yful smirk tugging at her lips. “Oh? But the things you crave, Camille gets with a flutter of hershes and a few sweet words. Meanwhile, you have to scrape and w for everything. You call it being independent—I call it being unloved.”


    A dangerous flicker crossed Corrie’s eyes. “You’ve certainly got a sharp tongue today.”


    Jennie feigned innocence, blinking at her. “Why shouldn’t I speak my mind? Poor me, the man I love is nice to everyone but me. Shouldn’t I be allowed to lose my mind a little?”


    Corrie let out a sharpugh. “I sure hope that’s all this is.”


    Jennie rolled her eyes. “Honestly, why did you even drag me out here? Don’t you know I’m busy?”


    Corrie arched a brow. “Busy with what?”


    Jennie sighed dramatically. “Trying to win back a man’s heart, obviously. Unlike you, though, I know when to change my tactics. Maybe you should try that. Brook doesn’t even look at you anymore, and yet here you are—drinking yourself into oblivion, not even bothering to put in the effort.” Her gaze flickered over Corrie with tant disdain, but thetter barely heard the insult. She had long since given up on Brook—their so-called “connection” had fizzled into nothing but a stubborn refusal to admit defeat.


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