The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 38 Not To Leave Any Clues

Just as Corrine exited the Ashton Group offices, she noticed Waldo, who was straightening his tie and holding briefcase, radiating intense determination. If she had come out even a minute later, he likely would have

charged in, ready to confront everyone inside.

When Waldo's eyes met Corrine's, the stern expression on his face softened a bit, and he showed a flicker of

worry. He examined her carefully before asking, “Did that jerk give you any trouble?"

He sounded as protective as a lion with its young

Corrine felt a surge of warmth and managed a slight smile, a rare break from her usual composure. "No, I handled it. It was nothing significant."

Waldo cast a scornful look toward the Ashton Group headquarters. "Leaving you for a second-rate star, the CEOnoveldrama

of Ashton Group really isn't as great as people think."

Corrine's eyebrow arched at Waldo's remark about Leah.

A second-rate star...

Leah had fought her way up to nearly reach the pinnacle of the entertainment industry, becoming a celebrated actress. Despite her fame, she hadn't made an impression on the prestigious Ford family.

The Ford family, after all, commanded immense wealth, influence, and unmatched status within Lyhaton.

"Let's head home," Waldo said, taking Corrine's hand as they moved toward the car. "Your grandfather called

earlier; he's worried about you."

Acknowledging with a nod, Corrine bent down to enter the car and dialed a number. "Ensure all surveillance footage at Ashton Group is secured."

She was determined not to leave any clues for Bruce to discover her real identity.

The Corrine that once acted recklessly out of love would no longer be visible. From now on, she would be

known as a member of Lyhaton's wealthiest family.

And it wasn't just Carl who was worried about Corrine; Nate, too, felt a deep concern from his position within Brighton Group's conference room.

In the conference room on the eighty-eighth floor, the tension was thick, as if a storm were about to erupt.

The department executives sat rigidly upright, their silence driven by fear that any noise might anger their boss,

who dominated the room from the head of the table.

New leaders were known to shake things up, and this young CEO, famous for his ruthlessness and decisiveness,

had quickly made an impact. On his first day, he had boldly let go of those who were complacent.

His actions had rapidly reshaped the company's perception of him.

Currently, one of the department managers, having just delivered his performance report, stood anxiously on stage, awaiting the CEO's critique.

As the seconds dragged on, the tension seemed to slice through his composure. Sweat dotted his forehead while his jaw twitched with nervous tension.

As the department manager teetered on the brink of pleading for leniency, he caught sight of Matias standing next to Nate, looking like the answer to his prayers.

Matias pushed up his glasses and leaned in, murmuring. "Sir..."

At that moment, Nate lifted his piercing gaze, the cold intensity in his eyes sending shivers through everyone

present.

"Mr. Jackie Todd has finished his presentation and is now waiting for your instructions," Matias said.

Snapped out of his thoughts, Nate flipped through the papers in front of him and said in a firm, steady voice, "These budget figures don't make sense. Go to finance and get a detailed breakdown.

"Yes," the department manager replied, as if granted a get-out-of-jail-free card, quickly acknowledging.

Silence enveloped the room once more, Matias watching Nate closely.

There was a distant look in Nate's eyes, his gaze drifting without focus.

Catching a sudden burst of insight, Matias moved closer and whispered into Nate's ear, "Sir, the processing of Miss Holland's resignation might be wrapping up. Shall I confirm its status?"