The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 103

Raymond couldn't help but find it amusing-Weston, usually so smooth-tongued, was left speechless for once. He also had to admit, Citrine was one gutsy kid.

But the amusement faded quickly when he remembered that Citrine still refused to call him "Dad." A pang of disappointment welled up inside him.

Just then, someone called out to Citrine from behind.

"Citrine!" The man's voice sounded urgent.

As she turned, Citrine saw Sawyer approaching, Jeanette trailing behind him. Her brows knitted in irritation.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, taking a few steps back as if afraid he might contaminate her with whatever filth he carried.

Sawyer's expression soured, but after what he'd just witnessed, he couldn't help himself. "Citrine, what's your relationship with the representative from CICI Group? You seemed pretty friendly with her just now, like you two were old friends."

He looked at her, hope flickering in his eyes.

of your damn business." Citrine's voice was ice-cold, her patience gone. Sawyer

cut all ties with the Iversons. Why should I keep pretending to look up to you?" The memory of

tinged with irritation. "Citrine, enough with the tantrum. That's

"Bastard."

landed a punch square on Sawyer's jaw. "If you've lost your mind, Sawyer, go get

and Sawyer hadn't had a decent night's sleep in weeks. With everything going wrong including

and again. "Who the hell do you think you are? Sure, you're her biological father, but I

echoed in disbelief, frozen by the scene in front of

special-just some nobody's daughter. How could she

this bitch get all

glared at Citrine, her face twisted with jealousy

contrast, was completely impassive. She just watched

something like that. Her voice was glacial: "Sawyer, you're the last person qualified to

Every word cut deep.