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-

tense confrontation with the Saunders siblings, Citrine slipped away to find some

the ballroom, guests clustered in small groups, faces lit by their phone screens, expressions ranging

low buzz of gossip

Carmichael was

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

maybe twelve? Seducing her own teacher at that

this, just watch-CICI

them. Who knows

using people like that, can't imagine what her character's really like. Who'd dare do

rushed in and caught

hesitation, Wade strode

by the collar, shoving him against the balcony railing. His voice was cold and sharp: "Who the hell do you think you

break your damn jaw."

"If I hear any more of this garbage,

Citrine returned to the

shift in the way everyone looked at her. Their stares were sharp,

"Why is

something

silence was

same people had been eager to flatter her, to get close. Now, their gazes were cold as if she

of the