The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 482

But those eyes of his were so clear-like a college kid who'd just graduated, still untouched by the world.

Citrine looked him over, her tone cool and detached. "A college student?"

"Yes, President Carmichael," Carney replied, pressing his lips together, a flicker of humiliation in his eyes.

He was used to being dragged along to these dinners by Danny Fuller. After enough of them, he'd learned firsthand how those in power loved to toy with young men straight out of college.

Citrine narrowed her eyes, giving him a thorough once-over. Then she asked, "You're strapped for cash?"

Carney gritted his teeth. "Yeah. I'm desperate."

"Cheers." Citrine paused for a moment, then suddenly raised her glass and tapped it lightly against his.

She didn't wait to see if he'd drink-she downed her wine in one swift motion and set the glass aside.

Carney stared at her, stunned.

he was good-looking, had always known it. He'd grown up using that face

shameless. He'd half-expected her to grope

President Carmichael did nothing of the sort. She hadn't even truly looked at

found himself doubting

capable men. With a snap of her fingers,

she ever look twice

debts, of his parents trapped and threatened by loan sharks, made him straighten his spine and muster his courage. He forced himself to pour another drink

grew anxious, shooting Carney

pressure, Carney steeled himself. He reached out his slender hand and covered

her ear, voice low.

company tonight? I promise

the words left his lips than

Sebastian strode in.

flustered waiter trailed behind, apologizing profusely to Mr. Fuller. "I'm so sorry, sir, but Mr. Vesper insisted on seeing you. I

darkened. "How did you

didn't seem to hear him. He only had eyes for

a man beside her, leaning in to whisper something, their hands entwined