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?"

brash voice cut through

had the video analyzed-no sign

still in his tracksuit, radiating self-assured

"That's Mr. Aldridge."

"What's he doing here?"

swept the room as people

the crowd, stopping right in front of Citrine, jabbing a finger at her face. "Citrine Carmichael, you had it coming after what you did to Kali. Now your dirty laundry's all over

In perfect unison, they

glance up. Unruffled, she replied

humiliating as when Mr Aldridge himself went viral in his

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

Quentin Aldridge couldn't stand was any mention of *that* infamous

This was the second time she'd thrown his scandal back

wasn't seducing my own teacher as a teenager. That's

but Citrine didn't

slow, almost

staring at?"

then smiled faintly.