The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 518

And now, it was time for the final item of the night.

Earlier, the NecroBlitz Tablets had wowed the crowd, and every auction lot since had seemed lackluster by comparison. No one expected much from this last piece; anticipation was low as the auctioneer calmly lifted the red velvet cloth.

He took a look, blinked in surprise, and his voice faltered. "How is this possible? The final item is a duplicate."

He glanced at the audience, then announced, "The last auction lot is from Ms. Citrine Carmichael..."

He paused, then added, "It's the NecroBlitz Tablets-identical to Ms. Glenwood's earlier lot."

With that, the room fell into a confused hush. Even Sebastian, up on the second- floor balcony, turned his attention to Citrine.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"President Carmichael, why is your auction item the NecroBlitz Tablets again?"

one of these in

yours a fake,

as Ms. Glenwood's. Don't

this coming. She stared at the stage, a flicker of worry crossing her face. Just then, Jeanette leaned in and whispered something in her ear. As soon as she heard it, Kali's concern vanished, replaced by a sly, scheming grin. The guests' chatter swelled to a raucous din. Citrine pressed her lips together, brow furrowing as she prepared to speak-only for

tone sharp and accusing. "Citrine Carmichael, I'm the one who developed the NecroBlitz Tablets-there's only one in the world! Where

get a word in. Her voice cut through the room, cold and righteous. "You've got no shame. You knew tonight was a charitygala, and you still brought a

triumphant, her gaze dripping with mockery-as

just scored a flawless

have been more

was Citrine's turn

of a smile played on Citrine's lips as, in front

slap square across

to the

crisp slaps in quick succession before Citrine

wrist, frowning at Kali and sighing, her tone dripping with feigned sweetness, "Your skin's so thick, my hand