The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 6

There was a heavy silence, stretching on for what felt like forever.

Suddenly, an idea flickered in her eyes, steely and resolute. "You might not believe me," she said, "but the Carmichael family might."

"You're threatening me?" Raymond let out a short, incredulous laugh.

In all his thirty-some years, no one had ever dared to threaten him—least of all a scrawny slip of a girl.

But Raymond knew his father, Weston Carmichael, valued profit above all. The elder Carmichael was obsessed with the medical robotics project, and whether or not there was a blood tie, just that project alone would make the old man keep this girl around.

She'd clearly done her homework on the Carmichael family before coming here. Raymond studied the child before him, his gaze darkening. Clever kid.

Adler, standing nearby, barely dared to breathe. He'd never seen anyone so reckless as to threaten President Carmichael-especially not a child.

He could only hope his boss would show her some mercy.

"So what if I am threatening you?" Citrine didn't bother to deny it. She knew she wasn't above using whatever means she had.

Her childhood had taught her: you only survived if you fought with everything you had.

Those clear eyes locked onto him, and a sharp, unbidden pain twisted in Raymond's chest. The feeling—so out of his control-irritated him.

His chest had been hurting a lot lately. He'd even gone to the hospital several times, but the doctors could never find anything wrong.

He grew impatient. "Do you have any idea what happens to people who cross me?"

you want to live,

to stoop to a fight with a

point. Standing alone in the downpour, Citrine stared at

understood perfectly well-she had nothing. If Raymond wanted her dead, she wouldn't make it out

as

law to abandon your child!" she shouted

never take her home, Citrine turned and strode into the pouring rain, her shoulders squared

now this final rejection, all her strength seemed to

her thin figure disappeared into the downpour, Raymond's

girl in his dreams blurred together with the

hide his sympathy. "Sir... are you really just

pain, and frowned. "What else am I supposed

there..." Raymond hesitated,

after leaving. She sat there, watching the ebb

snapped her back to

would

was sharp-she recognized the man as Raymond's

taking her back? Was Raymond

Adler to the sleek black limousine

and drawn. Citrine glanced at him,

turned to look at

her

a stabbing pain shot through his chest. Before he could think, he blurted out, "Your

replied, her voice flat as she shrugged. Whether