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.

Citrine's 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

That's

"Bastard."

punch square on Sawyer's jaw. "If you've lost your mind, Sawyer, go get yourself checked into a hospital. Don't come here and

decent night's sleep in weeks. With everything going wrong including Citrine's hostility-something inside him

swinging his fists at Raymond's face again and again. "Who the hell do you think you are? Sure, you're her biological father, but I raised her.

disbelief, frozen by the scene in

some

get all

Citrine, her face

impassive. She just watched the chaos

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

Every word cut deep.