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?

the name, Raymond remembered. Just a traitor. He gave a soft,

Break his legs," Raymond ordered, his voice light and

his mouth, Easton's curses echoed in

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

tightened. For a moment, his heart seized. He abruptly changed his mind. "Forget it. He's just a dog who bit the hand

have a child. But now, with Citrine in his life-even if Easton's words

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

Raymond snapped, his tone

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,

arrived: Elbert Jensen's sixtieth birthday. The Carmichael and Jensen families had been close for generations,

days, but their

entrenched

father, Weston Carmichael, brought Citrine

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