The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 11

**At The Sterling Room.**

"Mr. Carmichael, welcome!"

Manager Larkin hurried over at a brisk trot, his attitude nothing short of reverent.

His eyes immediately landed on the person standing behind Raymond. The girl was strikingly beautiful-so much so that Larkin couldn't help but steal a few extra glances before catching himself. Realizing his lapse in professionalism, he quickly lowered his gaze and pretended not to have noticed.

President Carmichael had never brought a woman here before, and with how at ease the girl seemed, Larkin couldn't help but speculate about their relationship.

Raymond, catching the direction of his thoughts, shot him a cold glance and offered a rare explanation. "She's my daughter."

Larkin nearly broke into a cold sweat as he realized his mistake. Desperate to recover, he blurted out, "Of course, I should have known. She takes after you so much, Mr. Carmichael."

Mortified by his earlier assumptions, he felt his nerves fray, completely unaware that a sheen of sweat had appeared on his brow.

Luckily, Raymond seemed disinterested in making a scene.

Citrine shot Raymond a surprised look. She hadn't expected him to acknowledge her as his daughter in front of others.

Larkin quickly turned to her and apologized, "Ms. Carmichael, I'm terribly sorry for my rudeness just now."

replied

understood Larkin hadn't

the best view in the house, Larkin quietly

wonder The Sterling

daughter sat across from each other, both a little awkward, as if neither could quite believe they were here together. No one would have guessed that the same two who had exchanged such sharp

like," Raymond said naturally, sliding the menu

and made a few selections at

done," she said, passing the menu back across

looked

nodded, a

he noted. No wonder

order himself

the food arrived, he quickly noticed Citrine sticking only to the vegetables,

house specialty-sweet and sour pork," he said, and before she could

She hesitated but steeled herself to take small, polite bites, forcing it

and Raymond never spoke while eating. Citrine,

to watch. With both of them being exceptionally good-looking, it was no surprise they attracted more than

the tranquility

are you doing here?" Sawyer, accompanied by Norton, strode in, immediately spotting a familiar face. Sure

barely eaten, but seeing those two, she suddenly felt full. Their presence was enough to ruin