The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 441

Watching the once-proud golden boy reduced to such pathetic desperation, Citrine felt a rush of satisfaction.

She leaned back, her voice carrying a hint of mockery. "Hastings, just a friendly warning-don't get any foolish ideas about your place."

After a pause, Citrine's lips curled into a wicked smile. "But if you want to be my pet? Maybe I'll consider it."

Hastings' eyes blazed red with anger. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel. "Citrine Carmichael, you've got some nerve."

He stared straight at her, searching for a flicker of mercy in that beautiful face. But her eyes were cold as ice, filled with nothing but contempt.

He couldn't understand it. Not long ago, they'd sat together, talking for hours, sharing secrets. She'd comforted him, even helped his teammates work through their nightmares. When had everything changed so completely?

The thing that infuriated him most was himself. He knew she was toying with him -yet he couldn't walk away.

Their eyes locked, Citrine's face perfectly calm.

In the end, Hastings caved.

"Fine. I'll be your dog. Is that what you want?" He spat the words, jaw clenched, hating himself for his weakness.

surprised. Her voice was cool and measured. "If you're my dog, you do as I

together, looking her dead in the eyes. He had the sinking feeling he'd just stepped into a trap, but he didn't want

resolve. "You're really willing to do

eyes. "As long as you don't

gaze, her tone almost lazy. "Right now. Delete every way you have of

demand. But without hesitation, he pulled out his phone. He scrolled to his messages, then, in front of Citrine, blocked and deleted

phone to her, as

She smiled, her praise

amusement in her eyes

orders actually softened her

of

"I did what

Citrine said nothing.

up. Pressing his lips together, he tried again.

see. Depends on my mood." This time,

she stifled a yawn, making it clear

door and