NovelUpdateChapter 458: "Are you pleased with the outcnow, Miss Burgess?" Leah's expression crumbled, her mask of composure slipping as fury flared in her eyes.
"You did this on purpose!" Corrine let out a soft chuckle, stepping closer.
"But you were the one who pushedonto the stage," she mused, her voice dripping with mock innocence.
Leah stiffened as Corrine reached for her face. Instinctively, she recoiled, her eyes widening in wariness. "What do you want?" But Corrine merely grasped her chin, her touch light yet deliberate. With a slow, almost condescending pat to Leah's cheek, she smiled.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"In the end, you brought this upon yourself. But I must thank you. Without your contrast, how would my excellence have shone so brilliantly?" The words were gentle, yet each syllable carried the weight of a slap. Leah's face burned-not from the touch, but from the sheer humiliation of it.
A cold sense of helplessness washed over her, as if she were being crushed beneath Corrine's heel.
Her breath cin short, sharp bursts, her eyes reddening with unspoken rage.
Just as she was about to snap, Corrine straightened, her gaze calm, almost amused. "Miss Burgess, don't forget your manners. You're supposed to be a refined lady." Your storytelling begins at g al no vs,With that, she turned, sidestepping Leah with effortless grace, and walked away.
Meg studied Corrine, her appreciation for the young woman growing with each passing moment. There was an effortless charm about her, something both refined and undeniably likable.
Unfortunately, Corrine's status placed her far beyond their reach.
That thought weighed on Meg, and she sighed softly.
Calan, ever attuned to her moods, immediately pulled a small thermos from his pocket and offered it to her. "Are you feeling unwell? Have sherbal tea." Meg barely spared the thermos a glance, a touch of melancholy in her eyes.
"Why would I need herbal tea?" She exhaled another quiet sigh.
"I just feel a weight on my heart." Calan's expression shifted instantly, as if she had just uttered a grave diagnosis.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Heart problems?" Meg stared at him, wordless.
Calan felt a chill creep over him at her unimpressed silence.
"Honey, don't look atlike that." Seeing his worry, Meg let out a resigned sigh.
"Your son is almost twenty-four.
Doesn't his future concern you at all? As his father, you barely pay him any attention."
"So that's what this is about," Calan murmured, visibly relieved. H@leaned back slightly.
"Have you not been searching for a girl from a similar background? No luck?" Meg's gaze drifted toward Corrine.
"I've found someone."
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