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Heiress's High Society Comeback

Chapter 1320
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Chapter 1320: The truth behind a woman's feelings was always unclear, but to her, men weren't much different.

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After a short pause, Nate let out a low chuckle. "Since you want to see me, I guess I'll have to make that happen." Suspicion flashed in Corrine's eyes. Just as she was about to speak, a voice called out from behind her. "Corrine!" She turned without much thought and saw Dewey standing there. Her smile faded a little, and a hint of coldness crept into her gaze. "What are you doing here?" Not wanting Nate to hear her conversation with Dewey, Corrine quickly ended the call.

"Why can't I be here?" Dewey said, his tone full of entitlement as he straightened his suit jacket, his every movement oozing arrogance. "Corrine, I'm your father. Is this how you talk to me?" He tried to use their relationship to pressure her.

A small, mocking smile appeared on Corrine's face as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't forget, over twenty years ago, you said you wanted to cut ties with me. Now, you're changing your mind?" Dewey was used to her sharp words by now and didn't feel like arguing. He got straight to the point. "I know you've made a nfor yourself, but you're still part of the Holland family. You can't just focus on your own success and forget about us." As he spoke, his gaze kept shifting to the car parked behind Corrine.

It was a rare, global limited edition. Not only was it the only one in Lyhaton, but there wasn't another one anywhere in the whole country.

Corrine noticed the calculating look in Dewey's eyes. A cold, almost mocking smile tugged at her lips. “So, what's your point?" "Our family's production line is about to shut down. See if the Ford family in Lyhaton can help us.” His tone wasn't asking for help; it was more like a command from someone who expected obedience, leaving Corrine no chance to refuse.

When Corrine saw his arrogant attitude and heard him mention the Ford family, a cold spark flashed in her eyes. "Why would the richest family in Lyhaton listen to me?" "Simple, because of your connection to them." Dewey then pulled out a photo he had taken earlier near the restaurant. “I checked. That's the Ford family's car. I saw you and their mysterious heiress getting in together, chatting like old friends. It's just a small favor, nothing you can't handle."

Corrine let out a loud scoff. "Well, you're in for a letdown. Even if I could Q help, I wouldn't lift a finger for the O a Holland family!" Without another word, she turned around, ready to get in the car.

But Dewey wasn't going to let her go that easily. As she turned to leave, he grabbed her wrist. "Stop right there, Corrine 'mnot done. Who gave you the right to walk away? Did your grandfather really raise you to be so rude? To disrespect your elders and overstep your place?" Dewey barked.

A flash of cold anger sparked in her eyes, and a fierce energy surrounded her. "What right do you have to En.

mention my grandfather?"