The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1008:

He lit a cigarette with ease, took a drag, and without much concern, asked, “What would you do?”

Tracy froze, her breath caught by Bruce’s icy stare.noveldrama

It dawned on her that Bruce might not have been as invested in Leah as she thought. Perhaps, over the years, influenced by Farris, he had learned to treat emotions as nothing more than a fleeting thing.

She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, and spoke with effort, “You plan to take control of Burgess Group?”

Bruce leaned back in the chair, his arm casually draped over it, holding his cigarette with his long fingers. His gaze remained as cold as ever. “Not control. A hostile takeover.”

Tracy didn’t know much about business, but she could tell there was a big difference.

She took a deep breath to calm herself. “I won’t get in the way of your plans. But how do you plan to deal with Leah?”

There was no way she would let Leah continue to be her daughter-in-law.

Leah had always claimed to love Bruce, yet over the years, she had done so many shameless things behind their backs. If it hadn’t been for Andromache backing Leah, she would never have agreed to this marriage.

Now that the Burgess family was in ruins, if Andromache had stepped in earlier, Corey wouldn’t be facing life in prison.

Clearly, after what happened to the Burgess family, Andromache wanted no part in this mess.

Without her support of the Burgess family, the Ashton family had no real threat to face.

Tracy had once believed that Corrine’s humble background made her unfit for Bruce, but now, she saw Leah as an even worse match.

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“I’ll ask for a divorce, but not yet,” Bruce exhaled smoke slowly. “You need not worry about this.”

Tracy caught the tone in his voice and let out a bitter laugh. “So now you think I’m interfering, huh?”

When it came to being unreasonable, Tracy had no equal. Bruce frowned, snuffing out his cigarette. “I didn’t say you were interfering. I just meant there’s no need for you to worry.”

“Is there a difference?” Tracy shot him a sharp look. “I’m trying to help you, but instead of being grateful, you think I’m meddling!”

Bruce’s patience ran thin. “If you think that way, there’s nothing more to discuss.”

He got up and walked out.

Tracy quickly followed him.

They almost collided with an assistant carrying a package.

The assistant stopped and bowed slightly. “Mr. Ashton, ma’am.”

Tracy gave a cold nod and glanced at the package. “What’s that?”

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