The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 171

Soon after, Citrine was led into an office.

The island's boss glanced at her coldly and warned, "If you can't prove your worth, I promise you'll die a miserable death."

Citrine nodded, forcing herself to swallow her fear. "Don't worry. I can prove it," she said, and took a seat in front of the computer.

She spent the entire day glued to the screen, barely daring to take a breath, let alone a break.

It wasn't until midday the following day that she finally finished the game she'd been tasked to create.

Raymond had been watching her every move, his eyes never leaving the monitor. He waited until she was done.

When the final test run passed and the game loaded perfectly, disbelief swept over Raymond's face.

But it wasn't just Citrine's age or her talent that shocked him. It was the name credited as the game's creator: not Citrine, but someone else entirely.

immediately-it was the very same one Citrine had played in Raymond's own office before. The one called *Ultimate

home, *Ultimate Showdown* had become a sensation, dominating headlines and causing a national stir. It stood out as the only homegrown game of its kind-one that matched, even surpassed, anything produced by the industry

had produced such

officially listed as the Glenwood Group, a major Crestwood tech company,

be? The game was clearly Citrine's work. So how had it become a Glenwood

someone on Mirage Cay sold the game to the Glenwood family? Or was there

had accomplished. As expected,

spared, for the

started forcing her to churn out more

the line, Citrine had no choice but

day, she was locked in a pitch-dark computer room, allowed to eat only after she'd

stress and neglect, and sometimes she'd be in the middle of coding when a sudden wave of pain would send her

a while, her captors realized that Citrine's skills went far beyond game development, and their

or to break into bank systems and