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.

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

had assumed President Carmichael would be like all the other executives he'd met at these events-flirtatious, bold, shameless. He'd half-expected her to grope his thigh under the table, or to slip a hotel key card or a

nothing of the sort. She

Carney found himself doubting everything. Then he managed

handsome, capable men. With a snap of her fingers, she could have dozens lining up at her

ever look twice at

of his parents trapped and threatened by loan sharks, made him straighten his spine and muster his courage. He

Mr. Fuller grew anxious, shooting

out his slender

her ear, voice low. "President

I promise I

had the words left his lips than the door

Sebastian strode in.

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

you even find

to hear him. He only had eyes for the girl sitting in the center of the

hands entwined on the table. From where Sebastian stood, they