The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 458

Once she got her hands on the bread, she tore the wrapper open and stuffed it into her mouth, barely stopping to breathe. She looked a mess-pathetic, even- her desperation painfully clear.

Sawyer's chest tightened as he watched her. In his memory, Citrine was always clever and understated; she carried herself with a quiet pride, always planning her escape before stepping into anything. To him, she had always been poised and dazzling―never had he seen her so broken, so vulnerable.

His heart ached. He couldn't understand how, even in a dream, he could ever be so cruel.

Suddenly, the scene shifted. Sawyer blinked, disoriented, and found himself tied to a rooftop. Standing before him were Jeanette and her daughter Aline, flanked by several burly men.

He was suspended over the edge, with nothing but air and a deadly drop beneath him; the smallest slip and he'd plummet to the ground.

Jeanette, completely unconcerned for his life, fixed her gaze coldly on Citrine. "Citrine, if you want your beloved father to live, you have two choices: jump off this roof yourself, or sign over every company and asset you own to me. You choose."

Sawyer barely had time to process what was happening before he heard Citrine's voice, calm and clear: "Let Sawyer go. I'll do whatever you want."

Jeanette and Aline exchanged a satisfied smile. “Fine. Two options—pick one."

Everyone expected Citrine to surrender her fortune and companies to Jeanette. But Citrine's answer caught them all off guard.

choose the

in the air. She shot Sawyer a look-half-smile,

what you want, you can have it

owed you, I've paid back. In the next life, I hope I don't have

word, Citrine hurled herself off the

her

expected she'd actually

and Aline were stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered. They rushed to untie

around him, grinning. "Dad, we did it! Citrine was worth a fortune-her inheritance will make us

she killed herself. No

barely listening, his face ashen, their

sweat. Norton, startled by the sudden movement, hurried over to push

need

was still fresh in his mind-Citrine's leap from the rooftop replayed over and over. She had looked utterly resigned, not a trace

what

I owed you, I've paid back. In the next life, I