The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 225

At that moment, Weston's mind was already racing with wild possibilities.

Maybe the girl had been upset by something at the birthday dinner today. Young people get frustrated-it's perfectly normal. Maybe she just wanted to vent her anger and did what she did to make herself feel better. That wouldn't be entirely unreasonable.

Or maybe she was just too young to understand how precious those pills really

were.

Weston ran through countless scenarios in his head, but when he heard Citrine's casual reply, his eyes widened in shock. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak.

"Oh, those things? I've got plenty of them," Citrine said with a nonchalant shrug, as if she were discussing something utterly mundane.

She actually had an entire stash of those pills back in her lab-she'd only recently finished developing them, and they were still practically fresh out of the oven.

Weston's mind was reeling. "You... you're calling that miracle drug just 'those things'?"

That was Vitaflux she was talking about the kind of life-saving medicine that money couldn't even buy.

Before his words had even faded, Weston suddenly remembered the second half of Citrine's sentence, and his expression grew even more incredulous. "Wait- you're saying you still have more?"

stared at her

just nodded, unfazed.

if he'd

lowering his voice. "How much is

her head, trying to recall the exact amount. After a moment, she answered earnestly,

cabinet?" Weston's eyes grew

"If you like,

those pills were nothing

Weston was speechless.

life-saving drug! Even if the girl had a lot, the fact that she could hand them out

she might be taken advantage of someday, Weston's face suddenly turned serious. “Listen to me, kid. When you're out and about, you absolutely cannot let anyone know you have

to say she knew what she was doing, but meeting

still had no idea how Citrine had gotten her hands on

capsules. She didn't even bother with a pillbox; instead, she'd soaked the pills in a special

pills that he immediately had a special lab-grade

worth a fortune-billions, even—and

a shadow over Weston's