The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 22

"You probably don't get it, kid," Valerie said, barely keeping her anger in check as she cursed Citrine out a hundred different ways in her head. "I was handpicked by Mr. Carmichael himself. I'm not like everyone else here."

Citrine muttered under her breath, "Well, his judgment must be slipping, hiring someone like you."

"What did you just say?" Valerie's eyes narrowed; she was sure Citrine was talking smack.

"Nothing," Citrine replied, stifling a laugh. "So, what exactly makes you so special?"

Honestly, Citrine thought, bosses hiring staff was the most ordinary thing in the world. Who knew someone could spin that into a whole fantasy about marrying into wealth and power?

Before Valerie could answer, Citrine cut her off, "Don't tell me you actually think Raymond Carmichael would marry you and make you the lady of the house?"

Valerie's face flushed crimson. That thought had crossed her mind more than once, but having this brat voice it so bluntly left her feeling more than a little embarrassed.

"I" she started, trying to recover her composure.

But Citrine didn't let her finish. "You're delusional. Might want to get that checked out."

kind of fantasy is a medical condition.

mark. Throughout the exchange, she remained calm and

dropped

are you pretending for? Climbing

sly, seductive face-God knows how many men you've messed

be real pieces

a sharp slap landed

was she

She never thought this girl would actually hit her. With that innocent

Citrine felt a surge of satisfaction. Curling her lips in a warning, she said, "Keep mouthing off and I'll hit you

with her own

that mistake. If someone tried to make her

was about to start hurling more insults when footsteps

down

to move out because I was worried you'd distract Mr. Carmichael. Even if you didn't

lovely even when she cried, the kind of