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The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 107
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The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 107

Chapter 107 Corrine's

Ordeal Was Far From Over

Gloria's voice cut through the tension once more. "Miss Holland, do you even understand what kind of

establishment Timeless Treasures is? Tossing its naround like that-aren't you worried you'll lose your place

in Lyhaton?"

Another relative chimed in almost immediately, saying, "Since you claim to have ties to Timeless Treasures, why

don't you show us sproof? Until then, why should we believe you?"

"Buying a fake and trying to pass it off as genuine, then dragging Timeless Treasures into your web of lies-have

you no shame?" someone added, their tone sharp with derision.

Timeless Treasures was no ordinary name. Its reputation was legendary. Despite changing owners several times,

the mystery surrounding its true proprietor only added to its prestige. Even the president of the Antique

Association deferred to them, a testament to their power in Lyhaton.

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Another voice sneered, "Miss Holland, if you're going to fabricate a story, at least make it plausible. Do you really

think we're that gullible?"

Seated at the head of the table, Farris clutched his cane with such force that his knuckles turned white. The

intricate carving seemed to gleam under his iron grip, as though he might polish it smooth through sheer

tension. "Corrine," he began, his voice heavy with unease. "It doesn't matter if the item is real or fake. | won't

hold it against you. But please, just tell the truth."

This was supposed to be his birthday celebration, yet what should have been a joyous occasion had devolved

into a debacle. Rita had seized the opportunity to fan the flames, and now the situation was spiraling beyond his

control.

If he would let it slide, the Ashton family would becthe subject of ridicule once word got out.

After weighing his options, Farris could only hope that Corrine would admit to a mistake, even if it meant bearing

undue humiliation.

Just as Corrine looked up, preparing to respond, Bruce's voice sliced through the rising tension. "Today is my

grandfather's birthday. Whether what you brought is real or fake, you've disrupted his celebration. You owe him

an apology!"

The command in his tone was impossible to ignore, yet Corrine met his gaze unflinchingly.

Her lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. "I've disrupted his celebration? Bruce, just because you're choosing to

ignore the truth doesn't mean the rest of us are blind!"

Those gathered exchanged uneasy glances. They all understood the root of the chaos- the Ashton family's

relentless accusations.

still, the family's status in Lyhaton left most of the guests too wary to voice their thoughts.

Diego, his voice hesitant but audible, suggested, "Miss Holland, if you really are affiliated with Timeless

Treasures, couldn't you provide sproof?"

Surely, if she had evidence, it would settle the matter and defuse the tension.

To everyone's shock, Corrine responded with calm indifference, "I don't have it." Diego blinked, visibly startled.

He couldn't fathom how someone could be so unwaveringly confident in such a precarious position.

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An uneasy silence descended, stretching uncomfortably, until a commanding voice shattered it. "The Ashton

family happears to be filled with vigor today."

Heads turned as an elderly man in a neatly pressed gray suit entered at a measured pace.

In his left hand, he rolled a bead bracelet between his fingers, while his right hand remained tucked neatly

behind his back. His slightly gray hair and polite smile softened his features, but the sharp glint in his eyes

betrayed his keen intellect.

Diego quickly rose from his seat, his demeanor shifting to one of respect. "It's an honor to have you here."

Someone nearby whispered, "Who is that man?"

The reply cin a hushed, reverent tone. "You don't know Donnelly, the

renowned antique collector?" The voice faltered slightly with excitement. "He's the consultant for

Timeless Treasures!"

The person who asked the question gasped, "The Timeless Treasures?"

They exchanged uneasy glances, a flicker of pity crossing their faces.

It seemed clear that Corrine's ordeal was far from over.