The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Backstage at the banquet.

The hotel manager glared furiously at Sebastian Vesper. "You've really got some nerve, you know that? You'd even dare cross the prince of the city's elite?"

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused me?"

Sebastian kept his head low, blood trickling steadily from his wounds, but he acted as if he didn't feel a thing. Bent at the waist, he apologized over and over. "I'm sorry, sir. I really am."

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I promise it won't happen again."

He hadn't made a sound when he was nearly beaten to death, but right now, he stood there-head bowed, swallowing his pride.

"Again? You think there'll be a next time?" The manager let out a cold laugh.

"Take your pay and get out." He transferred today's wages with a flick of his phone.

Knowing there was no point in pleading, Sebastian said nothing more.

He changed out of his uniform, limped out the hotel's back door, and disappeared into the night.

Sebastian didn't bother going to the hospital. He took his battered body straight to

his narrow

her. Even Sebastian, who prided himself on keeping his cool, had nearly lost his

would

air of untouchable grace. In that moment, his own

knew it was her

the one who

that hotel on his own

family's banquet had ended, Citrine still

the two hadn't shown up, felt a wave of

their absence was honestly a blessing. If they'd come, tonight's banquet would

Citrine started keeping an

last a few more days, and he'd delivered the story stayed at

more people hurling insults at her, and she couldn't help

thought. The harsher the words now, the harder it'll sting when the truth comes

a

a video. The first image showed a detailed record of every transaction between Citrine and the Iverson family

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