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.

game of its kind-one that matched, even surpassed, anything produced by

that their nation had produced such talent, proving

Group, a

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

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

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

life was spared, for the

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

Citrine had no

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

of coding when a sudden wave of pain would send her collapsing to the floor, writhing in agony. Even then, no one

went far beyond game development, and

data, or to break into