The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 475:

“It is all a misunderstanding! A complete misunderstanding!”

His hand trembled slightly as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“There is no way Miss Holland would steal anything. Someone must be framing her!” His voice carried conviction, but beneath it, anxiety bled through.

From the very beginning, he had never believed Corrine capable of such a thing. She was the heiress of the wealthiest family in Lyhaton. What use would she have for a mere necklace?

Nate’s eyes did not waver.

“Then, how do you propose we resolve this misunderstanding?”

The pressure in his words sent a shiver down Calan’s spine. He clenched his jaw, sweat beading along his temples. This entire situation was spiraling, and Bruce—blind and reckless—had dragged him right into the center of it. Now, Calan was trapped all because of Bruce.

Calan took a deep breath, forcing a smile as he answered carefully.

“First and foremost, I take full responsibility for the missing item at my event. That is on me. Secondly, handling this privately would be inappropriate. The police should be involved to ensure the matter is settled fairly. I have already contacted them—they should be arriving shortly.”

Nate regarded him for a moment before nodding.

“You are certainly sensible.”

Calan exhaled quietly, quickly dabbing at his damp forehead with a handkerchief.

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“Not at all, Mr. Hopkins. It is simply my responsibility.”noveldrama

Meanwhile, just beyond the doorway, Leah stood frozen, her stomach twisting into knots. She had orchestrated this entire setup, a carefully laid trap meant to ensnare Corrine. But now, with the police on their way, her plans teetered on the brink of exposure.

In the crowd, Jocelynn’s face had turned deathly pale, her fingers trembling at her sides. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she darted a glance toward Leah, desperate for guidance. But she could not get close—Corrine was gripping Leah tightly, preventing any whispered discussions.

What was she supposed to do?

Her stomach twisted violently. She had only agreed to hold onto the necklace for Leah temporarily, a favor she now regretted more than anything.

If the police arrived and searched her… if they found the necklace in her possession… she would be the one branded as the thief.

Leah’s palms grew slick with sweat as the atmosphere thickened around them.

Jocelynn fidgeted restlessly, her nervous energy palpable.

She caught Leah’s eye through the crowd, silently plotting her escape.

“Miss Mason,” Corrine’s measured voice sliced through the tension from behind.

“I strongly suggest you remain where you are until the authorities arrive. Otherwise, you might find yourself in an inescapable situation.”

Jocelynn’s body went rigid at those words. She bit her lower lip, panic blooming in her wide eyes.

Corrine observed her with calculated amusement.

“Miss Mason, you seem to be… perspiring. Is something troubling you?”

Jocelynn’s mind emptied of coherent thought, leaving only raw anxiety.

“The air feels rather stifling. I thought a brief moment outside might…”

The sharp echo of approaching footsteps down the hallway cut her explanation short.

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