The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 275

Without a second thought, Raymond said, "If they really want to work with us, they'll reschedule for tomorrow morning. If not, forget it."

His words hung in the air as he shot a warning look at Adler. "Listen up, Adler. No matter how urgent the work is, nothing takes priority over my daughter. In my book, everything comes after Citrine."

"Yes, sir. I understand," Adler replied at once, hurrying off to carry out Raymond's orders.

A few minutes later, with the invitation finally in hand, Raymond rushed over in a fluster.

Inside, Citrine was seated beside Weston, chatting with him as they watched the show. When the two of them spotted Raymond, both their eyes went wide in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" Weston and Citrine blurted out at the same time.

Raymond ignored his father. He looked at his daughter, his tone softening. "Of course I'd be here for Citrine's big moment."

Then, with a scowl, he turned to Weston and spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Dad, you should move over."

have you lost your mind?

my spot in the family plot too?" Weston was so worked up he could hardly believe his ears, launching into a tirade at

won't be necessary," Raymond replied matter-of-factly, as if his logic was flawless. “I'm Citrine's father. The parent's seat is rightfully

him, his mustache

for something. This seat suits

help but laugh at the two of them bickering like schoolboys over a

ticket for a parent's seat, thinking that would be enough -never expecting her

found her teacher,

finished, she turned to her squabbling relatives. "Stop fighting. There's another seat right here with your name on it. Now

and finally took his seat, ready to watch the

stage, the poetry recitation

one, the students took their turn, but none could measure up to

a group of students from the neighboring language high school whispered among themselves

These speeches are brutal-one's worse than the

our freshmen could do better