Chapter 183 The Ford Family Is Involved
Corrine immediately resumed her tasks after ending the call.
As the clock neared noon, Jolene, who had just finished her morning poster session, and Karina popped into Corrine’s office.
“Hey Corrine, can you join us for lunch?” Karina said.
Looking up, Corrine’s face broke into a gentle smile. “What are you two in the mood for?”
With a playful smirk, Karina nudged Jolene. “Looks like Corrine’s treating us. We should splurge a bit.”
Jolene suggested, “There’s a new restaurant on the east side. Should we give it a try?”
“Absolutely!” Karina responded enthusiastically.
As they prepared to leave, they waited briefly for Natasha.
The four of them, friends since high school, relished these moments to rekindle old times, finding both comfort and thrill in their reunion.
Their drive was filled with nostalgic laughter, warming the atmosphere.
Even the usually quiet Natasha joined in, saying, “I actually believed those rumors about Jolene being a wild girl before we became friends.”
In her youth, Jolene was infamous for her bold style, dramatic makeup, and frequenting the most questionable hangouts.
She was well–acquainted with trouble, often found at the center of fights and the
occasional street brawl.
The local troublemakers worshipped her, tripping over themselves just to win her favor.
Yet, life has a knack for delivering surprises. Who would have imagined that the girl once labeled as trouble would evolve into a light of salvation for Natasha?
Mulling over this transformation, Natasha found herself observing Jolene.
As they made eye contact, a flush of embarrassment swept over Natasha.
“Really, Jolene has always been misunderstood,” Karina Interjected. “It’s actually Corrine who’s the crafty one, always pulling the strings discreetly.”
As she spoke, Karina caught a glimpse of Corine in the rearview mirror, her smile hinting at an inside joke.
With a playful smirk, Corrine retorted, “Well, you know what they say about birds of a
feather.”
The restaurant, a recent addition to the city’s dining scene, had quickly become popular due to its clever advertising and enticing discounts.
Luckily, Jolene had reserved a table ahead of time. Otherwise, they would be waiting for
hours.
As they made their way to their reserved room, a door in the corridor swung open.
Upon exiting, Leah’s face clouded with displeasure at the sight of Corrine and her group.
Bruce, perceptive to her mood shift, inquired, “What seems to be the issue?”
Regaining her composure, Leah flashed a reassuring smile. “Oh, it’s just Kason; he’s already here at the front. We should head over.”
“Alright, let’s go,” Bruce responded with a nod.
During their meal, Bruce steered the conversation toward Leah’s father. “Has there been any word on Leah’s father, Mr. Collins?”
As he spoke, Kason placed his wine glass on the table and fixed a grave look on his face. “After some investigation, I suspect the Ford family is involved.”
“The Ford family?” Bruce looked alarmed and shot a concerned glance at Leah.
Leah was visibly paled. The mention of the Fords brought a mix of respect and fear in
Lyhaton.
Their dominance was unparalleled, their societal clout immense–every minor deed of theirs sent ripples across the city.
In Lyhaton, the Ford family was untouchable.
Challenging them wasn’t just reckless–it was a death sentence. Especially for Leah’s family, who were already barely hanging on.
Yet, amidst the overwhelming odds, Leah held onto a flicker of hope,
Tightening her grip, she mustered the courage to clarify, asking, “You mean the Ford family, the most affluent family in Lyhaton?”
“Absolutely,” replied Kason, his tone resolute.
