The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 533

Chapter 535

When Citrine nodded, everyone turned to look at her, a flicker of disdain in their eyes.

Even Wade froze, momentarily distracted-just long enough for Quentin to land a solid punch on his jaw.

Quentin sneered with satisfaction. "See? I told you it was true. She's always been this kind of person."

Monica shot Quentin a murderous glare. Her voice was ice-cold. "Shut up."

Then she turned to Citrine, her expression earnest and searching. "Citrine, there must be some mistake, right?"

Citrine didn't answer immediately. Instead, she reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and, without rushing, opened a video file.

Her face was calm and unreadable, as if what was about to play had nothing to do with her at all.

She tapped play.

The screen showed Citrine as a young teenager, her face in full view, while the man beside her at the piano had his blurred out. Both voices were distorted, cartoonish and unrecognizable.

In the video, the man sat at the piano while young Citrine stood in front of him, looking up with a bright, innocent smile. "Here, sir, have some water."

"Thank you, Citrine," the man replied.

stroke his arm back and forth. After a long moment, she looked up,

The man said nothing.

shifted her hand to his thigh, still smiling sweetly.

The video cut out.

again—especially not the ones who'd been

nerve replaying

a mind that filthy... What were her

disgusting, makes me

poor piano teacher. Imagine

I'd lose my appetite for a

Lose your appetite?

help you with that," Citrine said coolly, fixing her eyes on the last speaker. She strode over, picked

cake, crumbs and cream smeared

a cold sneer. "Doesn't look like

man was humiliated,

his face. He

and shouted,

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