The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 76

Chapter 77

Halfway through her set, Citrine slipped out to use the restroom.

Siren's Whisper was the most exclusive club in Havencrest-a place so decadent, even the bathrooms boasted glittering crystal chandeliers that probably cost more than most people's cars.

After washing her hands, Citrine was about to head back to her private booth when a sudden, anguished scream made her pause mid-step.

She changed directions, following the desperate cries.

"Help! Please, somebody help me!"

A girl, her face hidden by a curtain of tangled hair, was being dragged toward the men's room by two burly, middle-aged men. She wore a revealing black slip dress, the side slit running high up her thigh, exposing pale, vulnerable skin.

"Shut up, you little slut!" One of the men barked, slapping her hard across the face when she tried to call for help.

The girl's head snapped to the side, but her voice was still pleading. "Please, I'm begging you let me go."

old man handed you over to our boss himself. Play innocent all you

realize why the girl's voice sounded

the men tried to force the girl into the restroom, Citrine strode over and

bald thug leered, his gaze crawling over Citrine's features. "How about you

hand could touch her, Citrine lashed out with a sharp kick to his shin. "Get

and without any time to brace

other man

hard enough to leave him reeling. A dark bruise blossomed

to his feet, face twisted in rage. "You'd better mind your own business, kid. Or we'll drag you in

an eyebrow cocked in open challenge. "Go ahead. Try

spared a glance. At Siren's Whisper, ugly scenes like this were practically background noise-no one wanted to get

two thugs tried to rush her, making as if

dodged their hands and, before they could react, stomped down hard on one man's

of muscle-howled in agony, forced to their

let us go!" they shouted at her, panic in

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