The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 76

As soon as someone entered the room, everyone inside set down their

microphones at once, and the place fell abruptly silent.

"Is something wrong?" Citrine asked, puzzled. Her expression still held a trace of annoyance at being interrupted.

The man in the lead—a sharply dressed manager in a tailored suit-hurried over to her, eager to please.

"Miss Carmichael, I'm the manager here," he said, bowing his head politely. "I've heard about what happened earlier. It was our staff's fault for disturbing your evening, and I sincerely apologize on behalf of the club." He lowered himself even further, finishing with a deep, respectful bow.

"We've brought you our freshest fruit platters, drinks, and a selection of snacks. I hope you'll enjoy them," he continued, signaling to his staff with a glance. The others immediately caught on and began setting the treats down on the coffee table in front of Citrine and her friends.

"Thank you," Citrine replied with a polite smile.

Truth be told, her earlier irritation quickly melted away at the sight of the food.

me. It's the least we can do," the manager said, a little surprised by how easygoing

had used a black premium card in the club and that one of his employees had offended the cardholder, his heart nearly

headquarters and found out the card belonged to President Carmichael's

have grown up in the lap of luxury. He'd braced himself for a storm of complaints and demands, but to his astonishment, Miss

himself genuinely liking

resolved, and the manager -who'd started

outside, he assembled all

everyone had gathered, he addressed them sternly: "Remember the young woman in the leather jacket in the VIP suite. Make sure she has everything she needs tonight, and if she ever comes back, you treat her like royalty. If

to the receptionist

"You. You're done here. Don't bother

"Manager, please! I'm sorry, I didn't realize she was someone important—I mean,

off sharply. "Didn't look

heard of

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