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

want from me?" Hastings pressed his lips together, looking her dead in the eyes. He had the sinking feeling

weighing his resolve. "You're really willing

of hope darting through his eyes. "As long as you don't treat me

lazy. "Right now. Delete every way you have of

pulled out his phone. He scrolled to his messages, then,

phone to her, as if seeking

taking it. She smiled, her praise soft but cutting. "Good boy. Well

genuine amusement in her

Hastings realized that following her orders actually softened her attitude. She

of the

his mouth, struggling for words. "I did what you asked. Can you stop treating

Citrine said nothing.

his lips together, he

mood." This time, Citrine didn't flat-out

stifled a yawn, making it clear the

car door and