The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 362

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?

to my dorm. Don't you remember?" Citrine pressed

Sebastian laughed, but the sound was chilling,

and merciless, looking at her as if she were already dead. For a moment, Citrine felt

to you. If you don't believe me, you can have

a low, contemptuous laugh. "And what makes you think you're worth

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

from his perch, the air around him so frigid it could chill you to

his place was someone cold and

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

the Stellaris Group, and by all accounts,

finally asked, "What are you planning to do

seemed to amuse him; a glint of excitement flickered in his eyes. "Feed you to the wolves? Or toss you into

you'd rather choose your own

He's insane.

faint smirk tugging at her lips. "I'll pass. I don't plan on dying

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