The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

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?

remembered. Just a traitor.

him out of Havencrest. Break his legs," Raymond ordered, his voice light and almost bored, as if he were discussing

soon as the words left his

coming to

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

never have a child. But now, with Citrine in his life-even if Easton's words were nothing

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

Raymond snapped, his

was famous for never letting a slight go unpunished. Why was he suddenly letting Easton off the hook? Then again, the minds of

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

Jensen family had seen better days, but

firmly entrenched in Havencrest's upper

that night, so his father, Weston Carmichael, brought Citrine and Regina Carmichael to