Chapter 161 Completely Wrong


    At the Ashton residence, Rita stared nkly at the television screen, unable to tear her


    eyes away.


    She had never expected events to spiral so dramatically, ending in a way she couldn''t


    have fathomed.


    The heads of CBP and the cultural relic department had publicly stepped forward to clear Corrine''s name, not only exonerating her but also unveiling her esteemed status


    as a first-ss restoration specialist and a special consultant.


    Even Waldo had made an appearance, standing firmly by her side in thewsuit.


    Farris sat in silence, his expression grim as the weight of the revtion sank in. Even


    after Corrine''s identity wasid bare for all to see, there was no relief in his features- only a heavy sigh escaping his lips.


    Everything was wrong. Completely wrong.


    From the very beginning, the Ashton family had dismissed Corrine as nothing more than a destitute girl from the countryside. But in reality, she was the owner of Timeless Treasures, a renowned restoration specialist, and a respected


    consultant for the cultural relic department.


    If Bruce hadn''t abandoned her back then, the Ashton family would have reaped unimaginable benefits from her status.


    But now, it was far toote for regrets.


    Tracy, however, was oblivious to the full consequences of the situation. Her mind fixated solely on one thing-would Corrinee after the Ashton family for revenge?


    "For the anniversary celebration, I don''t want any mistakes." Farris'' voice carried a deep, authoritative undertone, betraying an unspoken desire.


    Without saying it outright, he was hoping Corrine would attend Ashton Group''s anniversary celebration.


    Tracy snapped out of her daze, forcing an awkward smile. "Understood."


    Just an hour ago, she had instructed her assistant to remove Corrine''s name from the guest list. And now, she had to put it back.


    The bitter sting of admitting her mistake felt like a p across her face,


    After wrapping up his meeting, Bruce returned to his office, barely settling in


    before his assistant hurried in, his expression urgent. "Mr. Ashton, would you like to take a look


    at this?"


    "What is it?" Bruce asked, barely ncing up as he took the iPad from his assistant.


    The screen lit up with a live broadcast-Corrine''s live broadcast,


    His gaze sharpened as the video yed, showing Cleavnd from the cultural


    relic department publicly defending her.


    A top-tier restoration specialist from the cultural relic department.


    Why had Corrine never mentioned this before?


    Wasn''t she just a girl from some remote vige, with no ties to Lyhaton, no connections, no powerful allies? So how had she suddenly be linked to the CBP and the cultural relic department?


    Back then, he had agreed to break up with Corrine primarily because she was powerless, unworthy of his name. He feared she would be a burden, an obstacle standing in the way of his and thepany''s future.


    But now, her social status had soared beyond anything he could have imagined.


    Therge office felt suffocating under the weight of silence.


    As the live broadcast ended, Bruce handed the iPad back, his fingers curling slightly around the device before releasing it. "Is the invitation list for Ashton Group''s anniversary celebration finalized?"


    The assistant straightened, nodding. "Yes, it is."


    "Is Corrine on the list?" Bruce''s voice was calm, yet ice-cold.


    The assistant hesitated briefly, pressing his lips together. "An hour ago, Mrs.


    Ashton personally called and had Miss Hond''s name removed..."


    Bruce''s expression darkened instantly, his gaze cutting through the assistant like


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    de. "Have you forgotten who runs thispany?"


    "I''ll revise the list immediately, Mr. Ashton." Without another word, the assistant


    turned and left.


    Bruce exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair, a wave of fatigue washing over him. His fingers pressed against his temples.


    He couldn''t stop himself from remembering how Corrine used to ease his headaches


    with her cool, gentle touch.


    How wonderful it would be if she were still by his side.


    A sudden ringtone shattered the silence. His father''s name shed across the screen.


    Bruce hesitated for a second before answering. "Bruce, did you see the live broadcast?"


    Bruce''s reply was t, emotionless. "Yes."


    "Listen to me. No matter what, you must reach out to Corrine and ensure she


    attends Ashton Group''s anniversary celebration. If you can get her to forgive and forget, even


    better."