The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 440

Hastings immediately realized his mistake. He stepped back, apologizing, "Sorry." He hadn't known she hated the smell of smoke.

As soon as he spoke, Hastings retreated further, standing outside the door.

Citrine slipped on a jacket and glanced at him coolly. "Let's talk outside."

They went downstairs and got into Hastings's car. He tried to sound casual. "There's a new bistro nearby. How about we grab a bite?"

Citrine didn't even hesitate. "No. That's unnecessary. We won't have much to say anyway." She had no interest in sharing a romantic meal with a man she could barely stand.

Hastings seemed to take the hint; his face went pale.

"You really hate me that much?" he asked quietly.

She wouldn't even spare him the time for dinner.

Citrine's lips curled in a faint, unapologetic smile.

She spoke first. "I'm sure you've seen my latest Insta post."

Cooper family doesn't scare me.

have snapped their neck without a second thought.

you really are heartless." Hastings stared at her,

the chairwoman, and not in name only. She actually held power. Unlike him, the so-called heir of the Cooper family, who was still

her tone dripping with mockery. "Since you know I don't have a heart,

He wanted to hate

I'm just a plaything, why don't

me. I'm right

how low the once-arrogant golden boy could stoop. "Wow. Didn't think you had

who used to look down on her, torment her every chance

Unbelievable.

looked him up and down, and her smile turned

was losing patience. "Isn't it embarrassing for the

ет

by the throat.

him, unbothered. “Oh,

she knocked his hand away from