The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 170

"Dad, please, you have to believe me! I'm telling the truth!" Citrine's voice shook, threaded with panic and the edge of tears.

But Sawyer still refused to listen; his tone turned colder, almost menacing. "Citrine, I thought sending you overseas would make you grow up a little, but you're getting more and more out of line."

With that, Sawyer hung up.

Citrine's composure crumbled. She redialed, desperate-only for the line to go dead the moment she called.

Her face drained of color, and her hands trembled.

Just then, the man in the room rose and sauntered over. He plucked the phone from Citrine's grip. "See? You've been abandoned."

He barely finished speaking before grabbing a fistful of her hair and dragging her toward the window.

They were on the top floor-high enough for the entire manor to unfold below them. Right at the center, a row of bloodied bodies hung upside down, their gruesome forms horrifyingly clear from this height. The agony twisted on their faces was unmistakable, even from a distance.

in her throat. Terror flickered in her

was dangerous, but she'd never imagined they would murder

even think about escaping. The next body they hang up there will be

chill ran through Citrine. She forced herself to nod, swallowing

several men-led by the island's owner-came to fetch her. They brought her to a clinical, sterile room that reeked

gaze indifferent, then addressed the man in the

mind. Her

the courage to ask, "What are you going to do to

henchmen. Two

and kicked, but she was only

everyone here does. But your heart, kid, that's already been

settled in Citrine's chest.

had pressed a scalpel to her chest, the cold metal

to cut, Citrine lashed out, knocking the