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.

do," the manager said, a little

card in the club and that one of his employees had offended the cardholder, his heart nearly leapt

the card belonged to President Carmichael's daughter. Terrified, he'd rushed over in person to

to please let alone the daughter of President Carmichael, who must have grown up in the lap of luxury. He'd braced himself for a

himself genuinely liking

three minutes, the whole ordeal had been resolved, and the manager -who'd started out

assembled all

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 anyone

to the receptionist

done here.

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

her off sharply. "Didn't look what? Didn't look

you ever heard

Wealthy people don't