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.

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

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 giant, Magnolia. For months, it

were thrilled, proud that their nation had produced such talent, proving they

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

The game was clearly Citrine's work.

game to the Glenwood family?

saw what Citrine had accomplished. As expected, he lost all

life was spared,

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

line, Citrine had

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

the middle of coding when a sudden wave of pain would

realized that Citrine's skills went far beyond

data, or to break into