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.

his arm back and forth. After

The man said nothing.

hand to his thigh, still

The video cut out.

to play the video again—especially not the ones who'd been eager to judge her. Now, even

some nerve replaying that. Aren't you

with a mind that filthy... What were her parents

is disgusting, makes me

piano teacher. Imagine having a student like

lose my appetite for a

Lose your appetite?

coolly, fixing her eyes on the last speaker. She strode over, picked up a plate of delicate pastries

choked down the cake, crumbs and cream

cold sneer. "Doesn't

man was

face. He jabbed

Citrine and shouted,

you're the CEO of CICL Group doesn't mean

you want! You're about

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