The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 534

"She's already a little seductress at her age. No wonder her parents are such lowlifes."

"I have no clue how someone like her ever got into an Ivy League school, let alone became a CEO."

"Absolutely disgusting. If I had a daughter like that, I'd rather strangle her myself."

...

Citrine scrolled through a handful of the comments, expression unchanged. After

a moment, she handed the phone back to Mr. Shaw.

"Thank you, Mr. Shaw," she said politely.

"N-no problem." Mr. Shaw had expected her to break down after reading the online vitriol, but Citrine remained as composed as ever, as if none of it even registered.

Even Hawley couldn't help but respect her self-control. Most kids would have fallen apart—facing this at her age and keeping her cool? With that kind of grit, it was no wonder she'd achieved so much already.

Still, Hawley didn't believe the rumors for a second. He hesitated, then spoke up: "President Carmichael, I'm sure what's online isn't true. Maybe you should clear things up for everyone?"

voice cut through the

had the video analyzed-no sign of

radiating

"That's Mr. Aldridge."

"What's he doing here?"

swept the room as people

Carmichael, you had it coming after what you did to Kali. Now your dirty laundry's all over social

unison, they blurted,

Unruffled, she replied in a tone

least it's not as humiliating as when

making his voice tremble. "What the hell did you just say? Shut your damn

Crestwood knew: the one thing Quentin Aldridge couldn't

Citrine, seething. This was the second time

get, at least I wasn't seducing my own teacher as a teenager. That's a whole new level of trashy, President

were harsh, but Citrine didn't flinch. Instead,

almost

staring at?" he barked, suddenly

smiled faintly. "No wonder