The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 138

Laird and Gideon, standing behind Clifford, both turned their eyes to Citrine, wearing the same smug, "Just as we thought" expressions.

Clifford's original plan had been to teach the brat a lesson, but remembering he had wrongly accused her earlier, he felt a rare pang of conscience. Maybe he'd let her off easy-just this once.

With an impatient wave, Clifford thrust his hand out toward Citrine. "Alright, hand it over," he snapped.

"Huh?" Citrine blinked, momentarily lost.

"Don't play dumb. You came here to make peace, didn't you?" Before she could react, Clifford snatched the plastic bag from her hands and started passing bottles to the guys behind him.

"I came to make peace? In your dreams." The realization hit her all at once, and rage flooded her veins. She couldn't hold back a curse. "As if! Who do you think you are?"

water, go buy your own." Citrine yanked the bag right out of Clifford's hands and grabbed the bottles back from Laird and Gideon. "Or what, is the mighty second son of the Iverson family so broke he has to steal

him caught him. That was enough to set him off. "What the hell is your problem, Citrine? I'm trying to give you a way out, and you throw

seen her in a while and foolishly thought she might've mellowed out. Clearly,

"Drop the act, Citrine. You came here just to suck up to Clifford. Who else would you

a word, but it was

Citrine shot Clifford's group a cold, mocking look. "Don't flatter

word, she picked up her things

a bottle to Travis, then passed the

Something about their faces seemed off. "What were you talking to them

even look back. "Nothing much. They're just barking, as usual." Before the words had even settled, Clifford stormed over, eyes blazing. He