The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 105

Citrine watched quietly as Sawyer walked away, her long, dark lashes casting shadows over the sadness in her eyes.

Maybe, once upon a time, Sawyer had truly felt something for her, even though she was only his adopted daughter. But everything changed after that fire years ago. Since then, Sawyer had kept his distance, always a little wary around her. No bond, no matter how strong, could withstand suspicion for long. Over time, whatever affection he'd once had curdled into something colder, something... barely there.

By now, whatever scraps of feeling Sawyer still held for her meant nothing— especially when weighed against his own interests or his real daughter.

Across the room, Weston's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his booming laughter ringing out over the crowd. He looked at Citrine with newfound admiration, his pride obvious.

"Well now, that's some spirit. You really are a true Carmichael."

But Citrine didn't seem the least bit grateful for his praise.

She gave Weston a wry, almost mocking smile. "Funny. Not long ago, you wouldn't even admit I was a Carmichael."

for a moment before he finally managed to

him out so bluntly. Not even a hint of courtesy —she didn't give him any

Citrine turned to Raymond. "Weren't you planning to talk with the CICI

awkward and disgruntled, his

his father, then focused on Citrine, surprise flickering in his

truly hadn't expected Citrine

their position unshakable. Even without a deal with CICI Group, they wouldn't be at any disadvantage. In fact, CICI Group was quickly becoming a serious competitor, and many believed The Carmichael Group and CICI

mysteriously. "Let's just say I have my

course, the real reason was simple: she wanted to secure

If CICI Group proved strong enough, maybe The Carmichael Group would realize it made more sense to work together than

"Why don't I introduce you to CICI Group's

do that?" Raymond's eyes widened, his expression a mix of surprise and

course," she replied. Why wouldn't she? It