The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 166

Last time, Citrine had disrupted Sawyer's negotiations with CICI Group, and he hadn't forgotten. Now, seeing her here today, Norton felt a creeping sense of dread. Determined not to let her mess things up again, he decided she shouldn't be allowed inside.

"Your brother's right. You can't go in today," Sawyer said, echoing Norton's

sentiment. His gaze toward Citrine grew wary, as if she might ruin everything for him.

Citrine let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to boss me around?" She was genuinely amused-if nothing else, the Iverson family sure knew how to keep surprising her, time and again.

Carlotta saw Citrine being pulled aside and followed, frowning. "What's going on here? Citrine's with me today," she said, clearly annoyed.

Carlotta had read enough online to know the gist of Citrine's messy history with the Iversons. Not that she'd ever had a high opinion of them, but now she could barely hide her disgust.

Sawyer had been so focused on Citrine, he hadn't even noticed who

Carlotta would've loved to tell Sawyer that the "little girl" in front of him was actually the founder of CICI Group the very person he was so

Sawyer kept a polite smile plastered on his face, though his eyes gave away his

and was about to argue further when Citrine spoke up, her tone edged with amusement. "I was invited. I have an official invitation. Can

to Norton, her gaze playful and challenging. "Do either of you have

both froze, exchanging startled glances. "Where did you get an invitation?" Sawyer asked,

invitation for today's event. Yet Citrine had gotten one

shifted tactics, his tone suddenly conciliatory. "Citrine, how about you let us have your invitation? We're willing to pay-name your price." He looked

as well, desperation clear in his voice. "We

for words. "Are you two out of your minds?" she said, deadpan. "It's broad daylight-why

they thought she'd just hand

tell us how much you want," Norton insisted, slipping into