The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 114

A sharp scream cut through the air, finally pulling Citrine's gaze away from her.

Everyone in the Carmichael family—including Weston-turned to see where the noise had come from.

"Oh my God, that's a one-of-a-kind JR bag!" Salome was nearly in tears from excitement. She'd always adored this particular purse, but it was a limited edition from JR—priced at over eight million dollars, and not something you could buy just because you had the money.

"Honestly, you're embarrassing," Weston muttered, frowning at Salome with clear disdain.

"Dad, you don't get it! This bag is impossible to get!" Salome was so overjoyed that for once, she wasn't even afraid of Weston's displeasure.

"Citrine, how on earth did you get this?" Salome whispered in stunned awe.

"A friend helped me out," Citrine replied honestly. What she didn't mention was that the owner of JR hadn't even charged her for it.

unwrapping her gift, the rest of

didn't think much of it--but as soon as he saw the rich luster and fine grain of the pieces, his expression shifted from surprise to disbelief. "This... this is the

feeling immediately that they were nothing

something like this? I heard the auction house's owner kept it for himself; it

head, equally stunned. "Citrine handled all the gifts herself. I

confusion, Weston dropped the

CICI Group—one that hadn't even hit the market yet. His usual stern expression softened,

aside. Ever since his accident, his moods had grown increasingly unpredictable, but the Carmichaels were

the gathering, and with all

looked pleased-everyone except Vicente and Regina, who were squished into a

was only after all the gifts had been handed

sorry I think I forgot to bring gifts for you two. You're not mad at me, are you?" Years of watching Jeanette work her manipulative magic had taught Citrine a thing or two, and she wasn't above using

both instantly understanding what was really