Chapter 63 Who Could Be Pulling Strings To Protec...


    The image of Corrine humiliated and pleading for mercy brought a fleeting sense of satisfaction to Leah, lifting her spirits.


    Her phone buzzed beneath her pillow, its vibration breaking the silence. Picking it up, she saw Tracy''s name shing on the screen.


    "Oh, Leah." Tracy''s voice was steeped in concern. "I just read the news. How


    could you keep something like this from me? It''s heartbreaking to see you. suffer such an injustice!"


    Her tone shifted to one of bitter disdain as she pivoted to Corrine. "I told Bruce from the beginning-Corrine wasn''t fit to be with him. That woman brought nothing but whispers and scandals to thepany. Marrying her was bound to disgrace the Ashton family."


    Leah''s eyes briefly shed with contempt, but she masked it well, her voice remaining gentle andposed. "Mrs. Ashton, I share some of the me for what happened. If not for my involvement, Corrine and Bruce wouldn''t have had such a dramatic falling out, and she might never have left Ashton Group so abruptly."


    Tracy scoffed, her voice brimming with derision. "The Ashton Group ist better off without her! That woman was nothing more than a country girl, deluded into thinking she could transform herself. Years of wealth can''t polish someone like that. Her vulgarity always shows through."


    Before Leah could respond, Tracy pressed on, her tone lightening slightly, "Leah, concentrate on recovering for now. Once you''re feeling better, we should arrange a family dinner to discuss your marriage to Bruce."


    "Of course," Leah answered sweetly, her voice honeyed but calcted.


    Chapter 63 Who Could Be Pulling Strings To Protect Corrine


    After a few more minutes of conversation, she ended the call and leaned back with a satisfied sigh.


    Her moment of peace shattered as her assistant burst into the room, her face flushed and eyes wide with rm.


    "Leah, something terrible has happened!"


    Leah''s expression darkened, a flicker of impatience tightening her features. "What now?"


    The assistant handed over a tablet with trembling hands. "It''s the video we posted earlier. Another ount just released an unedited version. It shows you pushing Corrine onto the traffic road. The inte is in an uproar."


    Leah''s brows knitted into a deep furrow as she snatched the tablet. Her elegantposure dissolved into icy disdain while her fingers, shaking with suppressed anger, scrolled through the endless stream ofments.


    Arguments raged beneath the video, dividing fans and critics. Each side hurled usations and defenses, the chaos only adding to Leah''s simmering fury.


    "Why would Corrine pick a fight with Leah in the middle of a crowded street? Maybe Leah should take a good look in the mirror first."


    "The real issue here is that she got caught red-handed. How does she still have the audacity to show her face in public?"


    "I''d love to know what makes Leah so bold-acting like she can toy with people''s lives. Honestly, two ps and a dislocated arm sound far too forgiving!"


    Leah''s rage ignited instantly, her eyes narrowing with a glint of icy venom. She hurled the tablet to the floor with a loud crack, her voice rising in fury. "What are you waiting for? Get that video taken down right now!"


    "No amount of money can fix this," her assistant stammered, her gaze darting nervously to Leah''s clenched fists. "The PR team already tried, but


    the video is locked down. Corrine''s name has even been gged as a protected keyword-we can''t manipte public opinion anymore."


    Leah ripped off her face mask and flung it aside in a fit of rage, her usual poise reced by a storm of frustration. Her delicate features twisted into an expression of pure malice.


    Who could be pulling strings to protect Corrine?