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.

one Citrine had played in Raymond's own office before. The

national stir. It stood out as the only homegrown game of its kind-one that

produced such talent, proving they could outshine even the likes of

Group, a major Crestwood tech company, and the credited creator was

was clearly Citrine's work. So how had it become a Glenwood Group

the Glenwood family? Or was there something else

excitement when he saw what Citrine had accomplished. As expected, he lost all other interest in

life was spared, for

ordeal. But instead, they started forcing her to churn out more and more games for

life on the line, Citrine had

day, she was locked in a pitch-dark computer room, allowed to eat

weaker from the stress and neglect, and sometimes she'd be in the middle of coding when a sudden wave of pain would send her collapsing to the floor, writhing in agony. Even then, no one bothered to fetch her a

realized that Citrine's skills went far beyond game development, and their

hack into rival companies to steal sensitive data, or to break into bank systems and siphon off money. But Citrine