The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 501

What on earth is this woman playing at?

Jeanette Iverson frowned, her tone defensive. "Why should I have to prove anything to you? Besides, my friend doesn't want anyone to know she gave me this Vitaflux. If I told you her name, how could I face her after?"

She sniffled, eyes glistening. "Just because you're President of CICI Group now, does that mean I owe you some explanation?" As she spoke, tears began to spill down her cheeks, making her look even more aggrieved.

The moment Jeanette started crying, the mood in the room shifted. Several guests exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions toward Citrine Carmichael growing more complicated by the second.

A few people, unable to bear the tension, even risked offending both CICI Group and C. Corp by speaking up for Jeanette.

"President Carmichael, I think Ms. Iverson has a point. If her friend wants to keep her privacy, that's only natural. Considering her friend might be the source of the Vitaflux, exposing her could cause unnecessary trouble."

"That's right, President Carmichael. Pressuring Ms. Iverson to reveal her friend's identity feels a bit harsh."

"President Carmichael, look-Ms. Iverson's in tears. Why not just give the Vitaflux back to her? After all, it was meant as a birthday gift for Dick's father, Mr. Scales Glenwood. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to keep it."

"It's Mr. Glenwood's birthday celebration today, after all. Maybe let's not make things more awkward for him."

One after another, voices rose in Jeanette's defense, and the atmosphere grew more strained and uncomfortable with every passing second.

being wronged, felt her patience snap. She didn't care who was right or wrong; all she knew was that nobody could make her precious

collar. She jabbed a finger at the others, her voice icy. "Mr. Carter, and the rest

Saunders, Hilda's niece and nephew, rushed to

Hilda, please, calm down," Monica

Hilda, still fuming, shoved them aside and continued

had

Corp or sat at

with Hilda

table with

line

like this. Normally, President Saunders all business-sharp, shrewd, and ruthlessly logical. But now, it was as if she were

on the guests that the relationship between President Saunders and

they couldn't restrain

over to them. She gently pried Hilda's fingers from Mr. Carter's collar,

when she turned and

go," Citrine

as a child, immediately