The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 214

Chapter 216

Weston was handling the exact same situation, yet his approach toward Citrine was completely different.

He was blatantly playing favorites.

Regina glared at Citrine, her eyes sharp as knives, as if she could cut her down with just a look.

But then she remembered the gift and performance she'd prepared for Elbert today, and her confidence quickly returned.

Tonight, she was determined to steal the show and outshine Citrine Carmichael in front of everyone.

Halfway through the party, Regina strode forward and presented her gift-a delicate watercolor painting. The moment Elbert laid eyes on it, he was clearly taken with it, showering her with praise.

A moment later, Elbert's gaze caught on the artist's signature in the corner of the painting. He brightened, staring at Regina in surprise. "Is this an original by Master Hancock?"

Regina nodded, feigning modesty. "We're friends, actually. This was a gift from him."

At her words, Elbert and the other guests all turned to look at Regina, some full of envy at her connection with Master Hancock, others quietly impressed that she'd earned the artist's favor.

In an instant, Regina became the center of attention.

painting in Elbert's hands, the corners of her lips

"This is so thoughtful of you. I really do

it."

Regina confirmed the gift's authenticity, Elbert's face

as you like it," Regina replied, her tone demure but her heart

gaze to Citrine, her eyes glinting with calculation. "Citrine,

eyes shifted to

a moment. Noticing this, Regina's eyes darted to the small,

thing-hardly worthy of

your gift for Mr. Elbert?" Regina said, and

she snatched the little box from her

her palms, feigning surprise. "Citrine, it's Mr. Elbert's birthday. Don't you think you could do better than something so

guests nodded in agreement. "She's right. That looks awfully plain. The box itself seems old-definitely not

couple bucks at

Carmichaels aren't exactly short on

Carmichaels, and this is what they bring? It's

Master Hancock painting, that little

touch my things." Citrine's expression turned cold as she snatched the black box back from

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