The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 227

Ever since Citrine auctioned off that Vitaflux at Elbert's birthday celebration, Elbert had barely touched food or water. He'd spent days bedridden, his condition growing worse by the hour.

With no other options, Truman Jensen and Leila Jensen decided to visit the Carmichaels in person.

But Raymond shut the door on them before they could even state their case, sending them away without a second thought. Elbert himself hadn't bothered to put on a pleasant face, either.

After hearing about how Elbert treated Citrine at the party, Raymond's goodwill toward the Jensen family—old friends though they were—had evaporated almost overnight.

It went without saying: the Carmichaels had no intention of associating with the Jensens any further.

Leila and Truman hadn't expected Raymond and Weston to be so unyielding. When they realized the family elders wouldn't budge, they set their sights on Citrine instead.

That evening, upon learning that Citrine was studying at the library, they hurried over and waited outside until seven o'clock, when her silhouette finally appeared beneath the streetlamps.

Truman called out first, his voice carrying through the cool air. "Ms. Carmichael.”

She nodded, regarding them with a

all, she'd never liked their family patriarch; it was only natural she didn't think much

Carmichael, would you mind sitting

about the Vitaflux, isn't it?" Citrine's lips curved into a knowing smile, cutting right to the

was momentarily thrown by her directness, but then he managed a small laugh. "You're as sharp as

replied,

in the next instant, her expression hardened. She rejected them outright, her tone clear and final. "Unfortunately, the

smartwatch, then offered them a courteous smile. "It's getting late. I should head

face paled

her grandfather languishing in bed, she felt tears sting her

could tell us where you got it. We'll try to buy one ourselves. If you help us, we'll

but laugh, incredulous. "Ms. Jensen, asking for my source right out of the gate? That's not how things are done. Negotiation isn't your strong suit,

faces flushed with embarrassment at her