Chapter 161 Completely Wrong
At the Ashton residence, Rita stared blankly at the television screen, unable to tear her
eyes away.
She had never expected events to spiral so dramatically, ending in a way she couldn’t
have fathomed.
The heads of CBP and the cultural relic department had publicly stepped forward to clear Corrine’s name, not only exonerating her but also unveiling her esteemed status
as a first–class restoration specialist and a special consultant.
Even Waldo had made an appearance, standing firmly by her side in the lawsuit.
Farris sat in silence, his expression grim as the weight of the revelation sank in. Even
after Corrine’s identity was laid bare for all to see, there was no relief in his features- only a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
Everything was wrong. Completely wrong.
From the very beginning, the Ashton family had dismissed Corrine as nothing more than a destitute girl from the countryside. But in reality, she was the owner of Timeless Treasures, a renowned restoration specialist, and a respected consultant for the cultural relic department.
If Bruce hadn’t abandoned her back then, the Ashton family would have reaped unimaginable benefits from her status.
But now, it was far too late for regrets.
Tracy, however, was oblivious to the full consequences of the situation. Her mind fixated solely on one thing–would Corrine come after the Ashton family for revenge?
“For the anniversary celebration, I don’t want any mistakes.” Farris‘ voice carried a deep, authoritative undertone, betraying an unspoken desire.
Without saying it outright, he was hoping Corrine would attend Ashton Group’s anniversary celebration.
Tracy snapped out of her daze, forcing an awkward smile. “Understood.”
Just an hour ago, she had instructed her assistant to remove Corrine’s name from the guest list. And now, she had to put it back.
The bitter sting of admitting her mistake felt like a slap across her face,
After wrapping up his meeting, Bruce returned to his office, barely settling in before his assistant hurried in, his expression urgent. “Mr. Ashton, would you like to take a look
at this?”
“What is it?” Bruce asked, barely glancing up as he took the iPad from his assistant.
The screen lit up with a live broadcast–Corrine’s live broadcast,
His gaze sharpened as the video played, showing Cleaveland from the cultural relic department publicly defending her.
A top–tier restoration specialist from the cultural relic department.
Why had Corrine never mentioned this before?
Wasn’t she just a girl from some remote village, with no ties to Lyhaton, no connections, no powerful allies? So how had she suddenly become linked to the CBP and the cultural relic department?
Back then, he had agreed to break up with Corrine primarily because she was powerless, unworthy of his name. He feared she would become a burden, an obstacle standing in the way of his and the company’s future.
But now, her social status had soared beyond anything he could have imagined.
The large office felt suffocating under the weight of silence.
As the live broadcast ended, Bruce handed the iPad back, his fingers curling slightly around the device before releasing it. “Is the invitation list for Ashton Group’s anniversary celebration finalized?”
The assistant straightened, nodding. “Yes, it is.”
“Is Corrine on the list?” Bruce’s voice was calm, yet ice–cold.
The assistant hesitated briefly, pressing his lips together. “An hour ago, Mrs. Ashton personally called and had Miss Holland’s name removed…”
Bruce’s expression darkened instantly, his gaze cutting through the assistant like a
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blade. “Have you forgotten who runs this company?”
“I’ll revise the list immediately, Mr. Ashton.” Without another word, the assistant
turned and left.
Bruce exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair, a wave of fatigue washing over him. His fingers pressed against his temples.
He couldn’t stop himself from remembering how Corrine used to ease his headaches
with her cool, gentle touch.
How wonderful it would be if she were still by his side.
A sudden ringtone shattered the silence. His father’s name flashed across the screen.
Bruce hesitated for a second before answering. “Bruce, did you see the live broadcast?”
Bruce’s reply was flat, emotionless. “Yes.”
“Listen to me. No matter what, you must reach out to Corrine and ensure she attends Ashton Group’s anniversary celebration. If you can get her to forgive and forget, even
better.”
