Chapter 292 Rita’s Attempt
To Turn The Table
Corrine raised an eyebrow and her lips curled into a smirk, radiating a cool confidence. “Around here, I set the rules.”
Her expression remained unthreatening throughout.
Even in moments of irritation, her brow only slightly creased, yet her presence was intimidating enough to command fear.
Caught off guard, the brand’s representative gazed at Corrine, bewildered.
Ennis leaned in to share a few words with him. Suddenly, the man seemed unsteady, as if the floor beneath him had shifted, his face reflecting a storm of emotions.
This woman was none other than the CEO of Ford Group.
“Also, could you have that suit in the window packed up for me?” Corrine instructed, pointing out the men’s suit.
After a brief hesitation, the representative managed a strained smile. “We’d like to offer that suit to you as a complimentary gesture of our apology. It will be sent to your address.”
He appeared relieved, as though he’d been granted a second chance.
With a nod, Corrine acknowledged his gesture. “Thank you.”
As the security guards arrived, they began to usher the flustered staff out, ensuring Corrine faced no further disruptions.
Meanwhile, Rita, frozen in place up until then, began to regain her bearings. She averted her gaze, intending to dissolve into the crowd unnoticed.
“Miss Ashton,” Corrine called out coolly, halting her attempt to escape. “It seems you’ve left something behind?”
Upon hearing Corrine’s voice, Rita hurriedly bowed her head and quickened her steps.
Yet before she could reach the exit, a security guard intercepted her, seizing her arm and
Chapter 292 Ara’s Attempt To Tom The Table
pulling her back toward Corrine.
“Let go!” Rita shouted, her frustration spilling over. “Don’t you dare touch me!”
Looking up, Rita’s eyes met Corrine’s, causing her heart to pound. Terror flickered across her face. “Corrine, what is it you want from me?”
“Settle your debts, honor our agreement. Can’t you accept defeat, Miss Ashton?” Corrine’s faint smile was cold, like a charming but dangerous enchantress.
Embarrassment colored Rita’s cheeks as she stood frozen, momentarily helpless.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed Leah nearby and hurried to her side, seeking solace. “Leah, how do we handle this?”
Leah, feeling unfairly implicated, was so frustrated she could have bitten through steel.
Idiot!
Rita was still finding ways to implicate her further.
Leah exhaled slowly, her initial look of contempt softening to a gentle smile. “Miss Holland, you’re staying in Lyhaton, and our paths are likely to cross again. Isn’t it better to ease tensions?”
“Own up to your bet and admit defeat. Kneel if you accept your loss,” Corrine ordered, her voice firm in the quiet store.
Her natural grace and commanding presence exuded from her, creating an imposing aura.
Rita, who had always scorned Corrine’s effortless dignity and authority, retorted heatedly, “Enough with your talk of bets! You manipulated us from the start, holding back a black gold card until the last moment.”
“Oh?” Corrine’s slight smirk revealed her amusement at Rita’s accusation. “Was it not you who ignored the principle of first come, first served? You’ve consistently tried to undermine me, weaving plots to soil my reputation. You were so sure of your bet, yet now wish to deny it? Does the renowned integrity of the Ashton family not extend to honoring its commitments? Is this reflective of how the Ashtons are raised?”
What began as a conflict among three women had escalated, with Corrine’s remarks implicating the entire Ashton family in the controversy.
