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Corrine’s words emerged with deliberate precision. “Should I emerge victorious, not only will you kneel, apologize, crawl before me, and bark like a dog, but you’ll also perform pole dance in the center of the square!”
Rita’s composure shattered at these words.
While her own terms had aimed to tarnish a reputation, Corrine’s conditions promised
absolute destruction.
The Ashton family currently commanded unprecedented influence, their mere presence demanding respect.
Rita, their cherished daughter, had grown accustomed to endless adulation wherever she
ventured.
Leah’s heritage carried even greater weight. She had basked in her family’s prestige since childhood, her refined education encompassing both artistic pursuits and social graces. She embodied the quintessential aristocrat.
A public display of submission would devastate their standing, but a pole dance in their revealing attire? Unthinkable.
And this wasn’t just any location–Modern Square was a gathering place for the wealthy
and influential.
If they were seen in such a degrading situation, the names of Ashton and Burgess would be dragged through the mud.
Corrine’s strategy crystallized–she sought not merely to humble Leah and Rita but to transform their families into objects of citywide derision.
An expectant hush descended upon the onlookers before erupting into animated whispers. “This promises to be extraordinary!” one voice murmured.
“Surely the Ashton heiress can’t fall to someone without connections,” another reasoned.
“Perhaps appearances deceive,” a third cautioned. “This woman carries herself with
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remarkable distinction.”
Corrine observed her opponents with serene amusement while dread crept through
Leah’s consciousness.
It was subtle, but Leah could sense it–like the slow tightening of an invisible noose. It felt as if she was being lured into a trap, yet she couldn’t quite pinpoint how.
Just as she was about to speak, Rita, caught up in the heat of the moment, blurted out, “Fine! Let’s make it a bet!”
From the very beginning, she had set this wager to crush Corrine completely.
To her, Corrine was just a woman clinging to some wealthy benefactor, her presence in high society nothing but a fleeting illusion. And yet here she was, daring to challenge her–the heiress of the Ashton family–right in front of Leah, whose connections ran even deeper.
The terms Corrine proposed? They were nothing more than a grave she had dug for
herself.
A smug smile curled Rita’s lips. “Perfect. With all these witnesses, no one can back out when they lose.”
“Fine by me.” Corrine’s voice was as calm as ever, smooth and composed.
Her expression was eerily tranquil, like still water reflecting the sky–deceptively peaceful, yet capable of swallowing anything that dared to disturb its depths.
From her seat on the sofa, Karina smirked, amusement flickering in her gaze.
She glanced at Leah and Rita. The real show was about to begin.
And what was a grand spectacle without an audience?
Casually, she pulled out her phone, tapped into a live–streaming app, and aimed the camera squarely at Corrine and her soon–to–be humiliated opponents.
Meanwhile, miles away, Matias–watching the stream online–could barely contain his excitement as he turned to Nate. “Sir,” he said, his voice tinged with urgency.
Nate, who had been lounging lazily, lifted his gaze, his sharp eyes flicking toward Matias with a chilling intensity.
That single look was enough to make Matias tense up.
He swallowed hard, steadied himself, and carefully handed over his phone. “It’s Miss
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Holland…”
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In the next instant, Nate took the phone from Matias, his expression unreadable.
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