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

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

Carmichael did nothing of the sort. She hadn't

moment, Carney found himself doubting everything. Then he

capable men. With a snap of her fingers, she could have

would she ever look twice

by loan sharks, made him straighten his spine and

grew anxious, shooting Carney increasingly desperate looks across

steeled himself. He reached out his

voice

you company tonight? I promise I won't

the words left his lips than the

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 tried to stop him, but he just

"How did you even find this place? Get out,

seem to hear him. He only had eyes for the girl

hands entwined on the table. From where Sebastian