The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 27

Raymond arrived at the police station, and the officers didn't waste a second before filling him in on everything that had happened.

Even though he'd steeled himself for bad news, his heart still skipped a beat when he heard just how bold Citrine had been-marching over here all by herself. He almost scolded her on the spot, but the moment he caught sight of her, the words died on his lips.

Johnnie barely reacted when he heard someone come in, but when he realized who it was, all the arrogance drained from his face. Instead, his expression shifted, cycling rapidly through surprise, panic, and dread.

Why on earth was Raymond Carmichael here?

In Havencrest, you could pick a fight with almost anyone-but if you messed with Raymond, you were asking for disaster.

What was his connection to this penniless girl?

Forcing a strained smile, Johnnie's nerves were on edge as he glanced at Raymond and asked, "President Carmichael, what brings you here?"

Raymond's reply was ice-cold. "It seems Mr. Chase thought he could bully my daughter. How could I not show up?"

Both Johnnie and Alicia turned pale at once.

"Citrine is your daughter?" Alicia blurted out, her voice trembling.

who he was. But wasn't he

raised quite the daughter, Mr. Chase. Or would you like me to show

twitched. He spun around and slapped Alicia

his face, he turned back to Raymond. "President Carmichael, this is all just a misunderstanding. Kids fooling around, that's all. Surely a

Alicia a look. "Alicia.

her pride, Alicia lowered

look at her. She knew Alicia's apology meant nothing-it wasn't remorse, just a recognition that

disdain and dismissed them both with a wave, not deigning to waste another word

over as he

hand to her stinging cheek, fighting back tears, but she didn't dare

nosedive in recent years;

in Johnnie's eyes. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees in front of

Carmichael, it was my foolish daughter's mistake. Please, I'm

at Citrine too. If she wanted to show mercy,

silence in the room was suffocating.

"No."

In her previous life, right after she'd graduated high school, the Chase