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.

voice was ice-cold, her patience gone. Sawyer stared at her, stunned.

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

tantrum. That's all in the past-do

"Bastard."

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

night's sleep in

Raymond's face again and again. "Who the hell do you think you are? Sure, you're her biological father, but I raised her. If anyone deserves to be

disbelief, frozen by the scene in front of

some nobody's daughter. How could she be

bitch get all the luck? Why

glared at Citrine, her face

just watched the chaos unfold, her expression

say something like that. Her voice was glacial: "Sawyer, you're the

Every word cut deep.