The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 364

Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the figure sprawled on the floor beside her a man, drenched in blood from head to toe, so battered he was barely recognizable as human. The only reason Citrine could tell he was a person at all was the matted hair on his head.

At that moment, a faint, amused chuckle echoed through the room. "So easily frightened."

If you listened closely, you could hear genuine delight in the voice.

The sound was oddly familiar. Citrine forced herself to steady her nerves before looking up.

"Sebastian?" Her pupils contracted, disbelief written all over her face.

"You know me?" Sebastian paused, narrowing his eyes as he regarded her.

Citrine froze, unable to process what she was hearing. "You... don't remember me?"

A flicker of irritation crossed Sebastian's eyes, and his tone turned colder. "Who are you? Should I know you?"

What's going on? Did he lose his memory?

Crestwood University not long ago. You even walked me back to my dorm. Don't you remember?" Citrine

back to your dorm? Is this a joke?" Sebastian laughed, but the sound was chilling, the smile

gaze on Citrine, eyes sharp and merciless, looking at her as if she were already dead. For

steady. "I'm not lying to you. If you don't

out a low, contemptuous laugh. "And what makes you

black suit, his short hair perfectly styled. Legs crossed, he radiated an effortless, aristocratic authority every inch

Citrine from his perch, the air around him so frigid

known. In his place was someone cold and venomous,

hard she tried, Citrine couldn't reconcile the warm, refined Sebastian from

was a man known for his ruthlessness-head of the Stellaris Group, and

thought, Citrine finally asked, "What are you planning

eyes. "Feed

paused, then added, "Unless you'd rather choose your own way

He's insane.

met his gaze, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "I'll pass. I don't