The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 533

At that moment, Quentin's other hand tightened around the wine bottle. With a sudden squeeze, glass shattered in his palm, shards mixed with red wine spilling all over the floor.

His friends jumped back, startled.

"Quentin, what's gotten into you?"

"Who dares mess with Quentin? They must have a death wish."

"Just say the word, Quentin. We'll take care of whoever's bothering you!"

Quentin shot them a cold glance, his tone icy. "I don't need you. I'll handle it myself."

With that, he pulled out his phone and shot off a message to Kali:

"Don't worry, Kali. I'll make sure Citrine Carmichael pays for what she's done. I promise you'll get your revenge."

On the other side of town, Kali read his message and finally felt a weight lift from her chest.

No one had a hotter temper than Quentin. With him involved and with that video circulating tonight was bound to get interesting.

Just thinking about it made her too excited to sleep.

Meanwhile, at the Watkins family's gala-

with the Saunders siblings, Citrine slipped away to find some

in small groups, faces lit by their

the video finished playing, a low buzz

Carmichael

such an innocent face, those cold eyes-who would have thought she was such a

maybe twelve? Seducing her

a scandal like this, just watch-CICI Group's stock is

them. Who knows what mess we'd be

imagine what her

themselves, rushed

hesitation, Wade

and sharp: "Who the hell do you think you are, old man? Say one more word about Citrine

break your damn jaw."

I hear any more of this garbage, don't blame the Saunders family for

returned to the ballroom,

in the way everyone looked at her. Their stares were sharp, uncomfortable—almost

neutral. "Why is everyone staring at

have something

The silence was heavier than

an hour ago, these same people had been eager to flatter her, to get close. Now, their gazes were

of the