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.

business." Citrine's voice was ice-cold, her patience gone. Sawyer stared at her, stunned. "How can you

"I've cut all ties with the Iversons. Why should I keep pretending to look up to you?" The memory of how deferential she'd once

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

"Bastard."

yanking Citrine behind him. Without hesitation, he landed a 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 act

night's sleep in weeks. With everything going wrong including

fists at Raymond's face again and again. "Who the hell do you think you are? Sure,

by the scene in front

wasn't supposed to be anyone special-just some nobody's daughter. How could she be Raymond's

get all the luck? Why

at Citrine, her face twisted with

completely impassive. She just watched the chaos unfold, her expression

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

Every word cut deep.