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.

throat. Terror flickered in her eyes; she couldn't stop

was dangerous, but she'd never imagined they would murder people so brazenly, in

the carnage with a satisfied smile. "Don't even think about escaping. The

through Citrine. She forced herself to

bare room, until finally, several men-led

man in the

clicked in Citrine's mind. Her face

to ask, "What are you

signaling to his henchmen. Two of them seized her, hoisting her onto the metal

kicked, but she was only eleven-no match for two grown

here does. But your heart, kid, that's already been sold. Don't struggle, or

dread settled in Citrine's

now, the man in the lab coat had pressed a scalpel to her chest, the cold

Citrine lashed out, knocking the