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 stared at her, stunned. "How

pretending to look up to you?" The memory of how deferential

"Citrine, enough with the tantrum. That's all in the past-do you really have

"Bastard."

square on Sawyer's jaw. "If you've lost your mind, Sawyer, go get yourself checked into

Group was tanking, and Sawyer hadn't had a decent night's sleep in

"Who the hell do you think you are? Sure, you're her biological

disbelief, frozen by the scene

some nobody's daughter. How

this bitch get all the luck? Why not

glared at Citrine, her face twisted

She just watched the chaos

words only made her want to laugh. The nerve he had to say something like that. Her voice was glacial: "Sawyer, you're the last person qualified to

Every word cut deep.