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.

didn't bother going to

was only after collapsing onto his narrow bed that he remembered the

hurt to look at her. Even Sebastian, who prided himself on keeping his cool, had nearly lost his composure the moment he saw

he would still

air

knew it was her who

was the one

that hotel on his own two feet.

banquet had ended, Citrine still hadn't seen

hadn't shown up, felt

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

days after returning home, Citrine started keeping an eye on

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

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

harsher the words now, the harder it'll sting when

Citrine scheduled a post she'd

transaction between Citrine and the Iverson family since she was a child—including every allowance, every bank transfer

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