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    Bruce stared nkly at them.

    With the influence the Ford family wielded, crushing the Ashton family was no more difficult than stepping on an insect. Resistance was not just futile—it wasughable.

    What Bruce had not anticipated was Corrine’s ruthless precision. She showed no hesitation, no trace of mercy.

    A cold voice shattered the heavy silence. “Speak!” Farris demanded, his gaze sharp and unwavering.

    Themand jolted Bruce from his daze. He blinked, disoriented, then raised his eyes to meet the old man’s stony expression. Swallowing hard, he began recounting what had transpired at the party.

    The moment Corrine’s true identity was revealed, a wave of shock rippled through the room.

    “You… you are saying Corrine is the heiress of the Ford family?” Tracy’s voice trembled, her pupils contracting as disbelief stormed across her face. She turned toward Bruce, as if hoping he would say he was mistaken.

    But Bruce only gave a solemn nod. “Yes. I admit I lost control. But after everything she did—after the way she manipted our family—I simply could not contain my anger.”

    Tracy’s vision blurred. Her legs gave out, and she slumped onto the bed, the weight of realization crashing down on her.

    Corrine. The same girl she had mocked and ridiculed, the one she had turned her nose up at because of her modest, rural background.

    The same girl she had celebrated ejecting from their lives—now revealed to be the heiress of the Ford empire. Her mind reeled. That moment of triumph, when Corrine was driven from the Ashton family, Tracy had felt untouchable, certain she had preserved her image and rid herself of shame.

    “How can she possibly be the heiress of the Ford family?” Tracy’s voice cracked, her eyes rimmed red. “She told us she was raised by her maternal grandfather… that she never knew her parents…”

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    A flicker of recollection danced in her mind. She had heard of Carl’s mysterious granddaughter, who had lost her mother at a young age and was raised by Carl himself. Though she bore a different surname, her status within the family was undeniable.

    In some circles, she was revered even more than otherdies from aristocratic bloodlines.

    Tracy’s breath hitched, her chest tightening. “But the investigation report said she came from poverty… no status, no connections. How could she turn out to be the Ford family’s heiress?”

    Mird, who had remained silent until now, finally broke his stillness. “What is so hard toprehend? A family like the Fords has enemies in every corner—seen and unseen. Concealing someone’s identity is hardly a challenge for them.”

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