The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 961:

Tracy had been sitting with a few wealthy ladies, enjoying coffee, when the housekeeper rushed over to her. “Mrs. Ashton!” she called out.

Tracy glanced up at the housekeeper, a frown forming on her face. “What is it?” she asked, noticing the woman’s sudden appearance. The housekeeper pressed her lips together and looked at the other women in the room.

Tracy noticed her hesitation and excused herself from the group. She followed the housekeeper to a quieter spot. “What’s going on?” she asked.

Since Rita had been sent overseas, Tracy had become more relaxed. Maybe she had been humiliated enough times that she simply stopped caring about it anymore.

The housekeeper studied Tracy for a moment, then hesitated before speaking carefully. “Burgess Group has been shut down. Corey and Leah have been taken in for questioning. It’s all over the internet.”

Tracy’s voice shot up in shock. “What did you say?”

Her brow furrowed deeply, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you sure you’re not mistaken? The Burgess family has Andromache behind them. How could this be happening?”

“Mrs. Ashton, I swear it’s true!” The housekeeper, worried Tracy might doubt her, handed her the phone. “You can see for yourself.”

The screen was filled with scandalous headlines about Burgess Group. Tax evasion, corruption, smuggling—these words flashed in front of Tracy, and her mind went completely blank.

Each of these problems was serious, and it looked like the Burgess family was finished this time.

“What… what is happening?” Tracy’s face went ashen, drained of color. Just yesterday, Leah had brought her fresh black truffles. How could everything fall apart for the Burgess family so quickly?

The housekeeper shook her head. “Who knows? Everything seemed fine yesterday, and now it’s all fallen apart. I wonder how Mr. Bruce…”

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“Ashton is handling this.”

Tracy’s heart skipped a beat when she heard that. Her hands trembled as she quickly dialed Bruce’s number.

At that very moment, Bruce was sitting in his office, glued to the news on TV.

The screen showed the Burgess family estate being sealed off, with Corey and Leah being led away by the police.

Bruce’s face was cold, his features hard as ice, and his eyes were filled with a sharp, bitter anger.

His assistant stood silently beside him, too terrified to make a sound.

When his phone suddenly rang, breaking the quiet, Bruce hesitated for a moment before picking up his mother’s call.

“Bruce, something’s happened with the Burgess family. Leah’s been taken away!” Tracy’s voice cracked with worry.

“I saw it,” Bruce replied calmly.

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