The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 167

The middle-aged man in the black-rimmed glasses was none other than the director of Viridis Medical Institute—a name everyone in the medical world recognized. Yet now, this distinguished director stood chatting and laughing with a young girl, as if they were old friends. Their conversation flowed easily, free of any awkwardness, as though their bond had been forged over many years.

Today, the director was the man everyone wanted to meet. The medical elite had pulled every string they could to score an invitation to this event, all in the hope of getting a moment of his attention.

Yet, against all odds and effort, none of them could compare to a teenager who had captured his interest so effortlessly.

People nearby couldn't help but whisper among themselves at the sight.

"Who is that girl? Why does the director of Viridis Medical Institute seem so familiar with her?"

"I have no idea. I've never seen her before."

"Look at the way he speaks to her-there's almost a hint of respect. If you didn't know better, you'd think she was his boss," someone remarked, only half-joking.

daughter of a friend. That would explain

about Citrine's identity buzzed

Norton stared in disbelief, still unable to make sense of what

did Citrine know the director of Viridis

there wasn't time to puzzle it out. Swallowing

Sawyer, CEO of The Iverson Group," he

at the sound of Sawyer's voice, then glanced at Citrine. "Citrine, is this

Citrine nodded.

"So you just go around begging

to hide

and Norton's faces drained of

illness, Sawyer had lost count of how many

back to those desperate, uncertain days when he first