The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 243

Citrine's words cut into Sawyer and Holbrook like sharp knives, leaving them reeling. Their faces drained of color, as if someone had ripped away their masks and left them exposed for all to see.

She watched their humiliation with a bright, careless laugh. "Well, now that I've seen you two like this, I'll finally sleep well tonight."

With that, Citrine stood up and walked away without so much as a backward glance.

Stepping out of the hospital, she drew in the crisp night air, feeling an unexpected lightness. In her previous life, Holbrook Iverson and Theo Glenwood had conspired to put her on the operating table, sacrificing her so Jeanette could have a new kidney. This time around, she would make sure every debt was paid in full.

The Iversons' suffering? So far, it was nothing-Holbrook was only on the verge of death. That was just an appetizer. The real reckoning was still to come, and Citrine couldn't help but smile with anticipation. Soon, the Iverson family would become a much more interesting spectacle.

Leaving the hospital behind, Citrine headed straight back to the Carmichael estate.

Ever since that day at the hospital, when she'd sensed how unconditionally the Carmichaels indulged her, she had stopped pretending-revealing her true, mischievous self. She didn't bother to hide her devilish side, letting it show in all its glory. In her mind, the day the Carmichaels grew tired of her would be the day she walked away for good.

moment she was discharged, Raymond and Manley had begun

respected tech company overseas called Deep Horizon Enterprises. Its scale nearly matched that of the Carmichael Group, and just recently, Deep Horizon's headquarters had

deals in quick succession and even poaching some of their top clients. The losses to

evidence he hadn't been sleeping well. She might not have cared much about the Carmichael

own the next day. The facts were just as she'd suspected, with one surprise: the chairman of Deep Horizon Enterprises was none other than Uncle

come to this, the two of

home late. Citrine, knowing he'd be back, stayed up waiting

still on, and his daughter was sitting on the

the room and

after a long day, but seeing his daughter seemed

She just looked at him, her tone even. "I was waiting for you," she said, a hint of reproach in her eyes.