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."

power, and the Cooper family doesn't scare me. To me, you're just a plaything- when I'm in a good mood, you get a treat; when

like this, he would have snapped their

are heartless." Hastings stared at her, stunned by how cold

anyone-she was the chairwoman, and not in name only. She actually held power.

tone dripping with mockery. "Since you know I don't have a heart, why don't you go home?"

lips together. He wanted to hate this woman, but

he said quietly, "If I'm just

me. I'm

just how low the once-arrogant golden

who used to look down on her, torment her every

Unbelievable.

and her smile turned cruel. "Too bad I'm not into

for the Cooper family's only heir to grovel like

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let out a cold, incredulous laugh and suddenly grabbed her by the throat. "Pathetic? Citrine Carmichael, you really think I'd grovel for

just grinned at him, unbothered. “Oh,

she knocked his hand away from her neck