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?

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

this a joke?" Sebastian laughed, but

she were

not lying to you. If you don't believe

laugh. "And what

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

looked down on Citrine from his perch, the air around

the gentle Sebastian she'd known. In his place was someone cold and venomous, exuding a dangerous,

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

his ruthlessness-head of the Stellaris Group, and by

"What

a glint of excitement flickered in his eyes. "Feed you to the wolves?

"Unless you'd rather choose your

He's insane.

smirk tugging at her lips. "I'll pass.