The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

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.

bother going to the hospital. He took his battered body

narrow bed that he remembered the girl

to look at her. Even Sebastian, who prided

he would still remember that

as a princess, looking down at him with an air of untouchable grace. In that moment,

knew it was her who called

one who saved

it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have walked out of that hotel on his own two feet. They'd have carried him out

after the Carmichael family's banquet had ended, Citrine

hearing the two hadn't shown up,

and Travis had gotten stranger and more unpredictable over the years; their absence was honestly a blessing. If they'd

Citrine started keeping an eye on the

had promised her that the trending topics would last a few more days, and he'd delivered the story stayed

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

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

night, Citrine scheduled a post she'd

image showed a detailed record of every transaction between Citrine and the Iverson family since she was a child—including every allowance, every bank transfer from Aline, and