Chapter 162 Grandpa Already Knows
Bruce couldn’t help but let out a bitter chuckle. “Dad, she’s been with us all these years. Don’t you know her temperament by now?”
Once Corrine made up her mind, nothing could change it.
That included her grudges.
Back then; Bruce had offered her everything–everything except love and a title. Yet, Corrine had refused to accept that.
So the idea of smoothing things over now was nothing more than wishful thinking.
Just then, Tracy’s voice cut in from the other end of the call. “But we treated her well
all these years, didn’t we? Love is always mutual. She was the one who insisted on marrying you–we never forced her. Just remind her that for three years, she ate our food, used our resources. We won’t ask for a single penny back, but she should at least use her connections to help Ashton Group.”
Bruce let out a low, icy laugh. “You can tell her that yourself.”
Without another word, he ended the call.
The phone on his desk kept ringing–call after call, all from the Ashton family.
Now that they knew Corrine’s hidden identity, they all wanted him to win her back.
As the commotion died down, Corrine scanned the room, realizing that Nate’s seat had been empty for quite some time.
Waldo caught her glance and smirked, his voice laced with amusement. “Not leaving yet? Or do you find yourself liking this place?”
Corrine masked her disappointment, inhaling deeply before exhaling with composure. “I’m coming now.”
Waldo strode ahead, while Jules, one hand tucked casually in his pocket, fell into step
beside Corrine.
“Didn’t we agree you’d wait for me before taking action? What made you go ahead on your own?”
Just the thought of it sent a sharp chill through Jules.
Corrine’s lips curled into a playful smile. “Couldn’t resist.”
Jules let out a sigh.
What a flimsy excuse.
But he knew better. Corrine had gone ahead on her own because she was worried about Donnelly’s safety.
That was just the way she was—any kindness shown to her, she would repay tenfold.
“Same old rule. Don’t tell Grandpa about this,” Corrine reminded him.
Jules shot her a knowing look. “I think he already knows.”
Corrine’s heart skipped a beat at his words.
As if sensing something, she turned toward the parking lot.
Sure enough, Carl’s car was parked there.
Her brows furrowed deeply.
“You let it slip in front of Grandpa?”
“Unless I’ve completely lost my mind, I wouldn’t dig my own grave,” Jules retorted.
Instinctively, he reached for a cigarette, but the moment Carl rolled down his window, he felt like someone had smacked the back of his head.
He quickly shoved the cigarette back into his pocket. “You made such a spectacle- there’s no way he wouldn’t find out.”
Besides, Carl had always doted on Corrine. Even the slightest disturbance was enough to make him anxious. There was no way he hadn’t caught wind of this.
Corrine’s gaze flickered toward Nate’s car before she suddenly blinked and flashed Jules a sweet smile. “Jules-”
“Don’t even start!” Jules cut her off instantly, stepping back as if drawing an invisible line between them. “I already know what you’re about to ask.”
That smile of hers only ever meant one thing–she needed his help. Classic Corrine.
She could only sigh inwardly before heading toward Carl’s car.
Jules watched her walk away, and it suddenly dawned on him–he had completely forgotten to ask where she had stayed last night.
