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-

the Saunders siblings, Citrine slipped away to find

guests clustered in small groups, faces lit by their phone screens, expressions ranging from shocked to

a low buzz of gossip swept

guessed President Carmichael

an innocent face, those cold eyes-who would

video, maybe twelve?

this, just watch-CICI Group's

with them. Who knows what mess we'd

can't imagine what her character's really

seen the video themselves, rushed in and caught the tail end

Wade

shoving him against the balcony railing. His voice was cold and sharp: "Who the hell do you think you are, old man? Say one

break your damn jaw."

of this garbage, don't blame the

Citrine returned to the ballroom, the room fell

immediately noticed the shift in the way everyone looked at

neutral. "Why is everyone

have something on my

silence was heavier

been eager to flatter her, to

out of