The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 94

Chapter 95

It was Monday, and the family's driver happened to be off. Raymond was still at the hospital, and Citrine couldn't be bothered to trouble him, so she decided to walk home.

She was just passing through the alley behind her school when, out of nowhere, the world spun and went dark. Her knees buckled, and she felt herself hit the ground-hard.

Somewhere in the haze, she heard the rumble of a van's engine. That was all the confirmation she needed: she'd been kidnapped.

Citrine forced herself to stay calm, drawing in a shaky breath before speaking up. "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"

Silence. Not a word in response.

She tried again. "Who are you?"

Still no answer.

She switched tactics, aiming for a negotiating tone. "Look, if it's money you're after, name your price. I can pay whatever you want. Just let me go."

This time, a man's voice snapped at her, harsh and impatient. "Shut it. Say another word and I'll cut your tongue out."

didn't sound like he

pressed her lips together and

that had happened recently. Slowly, a

worst, this was payback-revenge, maybe some pain but probably not

in mind, Citrine squeezed her eyes shut inside the rough burlap sack. However long this would last, she needed

must have dozed for half an

she found herself staring up at a dazzling

the room told her she was in some kind of upscale karaoke lounge.

a man's eyes, lounging on the leather sofa.

guy she'd seen a couple of days ago at the

to make of the situation, so she kept quiet,

Quentin lifted his eyelids lazily, crossing his legs as if he had all

back, "Who are you? I

help being curious

sure she'd done nothing to provoke him. So why go to

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