The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 12

Norton knew better than to go up against Raymond, so he clamped his mouth shut.

"Your people?" Sawyer's expression darkened, his attention caught by Raymond's last words.

Citrine actually knew Raymond.

Suppressing the questions swirling in his mind, Sawyer turned to Citrine. "What's your relationship with him?"

"That's none of your business." Citrine didn't even look up, eating her dinner as if he didn't exist.

Sawyer was infuriated by her indifference, suspicion nagging at him. He shot her an angry glare. "Citrine, you're coming home with me. Stop making a spectacle of yourself out here."

He reached out to grab her, only for Raymond to catch his arm in a firm grip. Raymond's voice was cold. "And who are you to her now, Mr. Iverson?"

"If I recall correctly, Citrine is only your adopted daughter. You severed ties not long ago."

Sawyer bristled. Family business like this shouldn't be aired in front of outsiders. "Mr. Carmichael, whatever happens, I'm still her father. This is a private matter- you don't need to get involved."

He turned back to Citrine. "Let's go."

Once, Sawyer had been the most important person in Citrine's life. Now, all she felt was a simmering irritation. "I'm not going anywhere with you. I've already cut ties with the Iversons. From now on, I'm just Citrine."

at Raymond. "You plan to

replied,

Norton's

shaking his head in disbelief. "Citrine, are you out of

laughed, the absurdity of

her with open disappointment. "I should never have brought you back to the States. You've brought nothing

should have brought her

Citrine's mind, the smile

but suddenly, it hurt more

smile flickered in her

forcing her trembling shoulders

features, anyone would have guessed that Citrine was a pampered heiress-but only she knew

was wrong. His eyes chilled as he silently stepped between Citrine

get your eyes checked," Raymond said, voice icy. "And keep

"She's my biological daughter."

to the wrong conclusion. For a moment,

first, staring in disbelief. "What did you just

believe Citrine was Raymond's daughter. "Your daughter?

her and investigated her background-nothing had ever led

glance. "I'll have the test results sent