The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 211

Chapter 213

That night, Raymond's phone rang unexpectedly.

On the other end, a woman and child were sobbing, their cries punctuated by a man's hoarse, desperate pleas. His voice was raw with terror, cutting straight through the static.

"Mr. Carmichael, I'm begging you. I know I was wrong. Please let my family go.

The man's despair bled through the line. Raymond frowned slightly, the tone tickling something familiar in his memory, but he couldn't quite place it.

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A moment later, another voice came on, businesslike but edged with menace. "Mr. Carmichael, Easton got drunk tonight and started ranting about you outside our club. Our guys are at his place right now. Should we... send a message?"

The implication was clear, the threat cold and precise.

Easton?

Raymond remembered. Just a traitor. He gave

voice light and almost bored, as if he

soon as the words left his mouth, Easton's curses echoed in his

monster! You'll get what's coming to you. Your own children will pay for

a moment, his heart seized. He abruptly changed his mind. "Forget it. He's just a dog who

But now, with Citrine in his

the man hesitated, then ventured cautiously, "Mr. Carmichael... is that

it is," Raymond snapped, his tone

call. The man on the other end was left bewildered. Mr. Carmichael was famous for never letting a slight go unpunished. Why was he suddenly letting Easton off the hook? Then again, the minds of powerful men were always impossible to

The Carmichael and Jensen families had been close for generations, so they were

seen better days, but their deep

entrenched in Havencrest's

so his father, Weston Carmichael, brought Citrine

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