The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 83

Citrine had already guessed what Jeanette was up to. She wasn't surprised.

Ever since the scandal about the Iverson family broke, shares of The Iverson Group had gone into a freefall. Sawyer was probably losing sleep trying to hold things together, and if he couldn't, the company would take a hit so hard it might never recover. In a place like Havencrest, a family on the brink rarely finds friends willing to help-they just get pushed down even faster.

Citrine used to think Jeanette was an idiot, but now she realized the girl wasn't entirely clueless. Unfortunately for Jeanette, she'd picked the wrong person to mess with.

Without even pausing to consider, Citrine replied, "With the Iverson Group's stock tanking like this, five percent isn't even worth my time."

"And why on earth would I help you?"

She had no intention of bailing out the Iverson family from this mess. Not a chance.

"You think it's not enough?" Jeanette frowned, searching Citrine's face.

Citrine stayed silent, and Jeanette assumed that meant she was considering it. Gritting her teeth, Jeanette upped the ante. "Ten percent. That's the best I can do."

Citrine let out a cold laugh. "You've got to be kidding me."

"What makes you think I'd ever agree to this?"

really is its own kind of

gotten to see the Iversons tear each other apart yet. Last time, she'd gotten in the way before the chaos could unfold. This time, she

stared at her in disbelief. "Citrine, that's ten percent of the company! With that, you'd never have to worry about money again. Even Clifford and Norton don't get

risen, trembling

Iverson fortune-plotting, manipulating, even trying to get rid of her altogether. They'd been terrified she'd fight for her

of temptation in front of her, she didn't so much as blink. Jeanette could see it she really didn't care about the

those years of backstabbing and

snapped, her composure

were as cold as winter. "Did you forget everything you've done

paled under her stare. "Th-that

really give up ten percent of the company just because of

desperate now, clinging to her

low and deliberate

want your shares. I just want

were venom, and when Jeanette looked up into Citrine's icy eyes,

as much distance between them as

to answer when a