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.

least we can do," the manager said, a little surprised by how

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

card belonged to President Carmichael's daughter. Terrified,

of luxury. He'd braced himself for a storm of complaints and demands, but to his astonishment, Miss Carmichael

himself

been resolved, and the manager -who'd started out a bundle of nerves-now

outside, he assembled

sure she has everything she needs tonight, and if she ever comes back, you treat her like royalty.

turned to the receptionist who'd caused

hardened. "You. You're done

receptionist panicked. "Manager, please! I'm sorry, I didn't realize she was someone important—I mean, she was dressed so plainly,

sharply. "Didn't

ever heard of

don't