The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

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.

sat down next to him, reached out, and began to stroke his arm back and forth. After a long moment, she looked up,

The man said nothing.

to his thigh, still smiling

The video cut out.

ones who'd been eager to judge her. Now, even they looked

some nerve replaying

that filthy... What were her

disgusting, makes me want

poor piano teacher. Imagine having

him, I'd lose my appetite for

Lose your appetite?

coolly, fixing her eyes on the last speaker. She strode over, picked up

the cake, crumbs and cream smeared across his

let go, her lips curling in a cold sneer.

man was humiliated,

face. He

and shouted,

of CICL Group doesn't mean you can

want!