The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 536

Citrine finished speaking and even gave herself a small round of applause.

As her words faded, the crowd's gaze shifted subtly to Justin. No one spoke, but the atmosphere changed.

In these elite circles, nothing was more despised than a man who clawed his way up by marrying into money. Yet Justin was a different story. He was infamous for being exactly that—a social climber-but he'd always had a ruthless drive and a certain cunning that set him apart. Over the years, he'd built The Dixon Group into a formidable name, earning a grudging respect from the very people who once whispered behind his back.

Back in the day, people used to call him a gold-digger in private, but as he made The Dixon Group bigger and more successful, those criticisms faded. If Citrine hadn't called him out so publicly tonight, most people here would have conveniently forgotten his less-than-glorious beginnings.

"You—you're making things up!" Justin's face turned red with anger. He hadn't expected Citrine to air his dirty laundry in front of everyone.

"You know very well I'm not," Citrine shot him a sharp look, then turned away, done with the conversation.

Quentin, growing impatient, barked at Citrine, "Citrine Carmichael, you're the one on trial here-stop trying to change the subject."

Justin immediately jumped in, "That's right. Don't think you can use me as a diversion."

a cold edge. "Mamie, Citrine Carmichael has always been wild and immoral, even as a child. I think you should throw

his tone laced with

new project is with The

composure slipping. Her family was one of the most respected in Crestwood; she'd never

you're threatening me?" she

am? Or do you actually want

stepped aside to call her husband. "Honey, I'm sorry, I might be about to make a mess of things—but

ganging up on someone she cared about as if she'd just

was intolerable. She'd put up

if it cost her marriage,

and lifted her chin, meeting Quentin's gaze. "What did

really

am Mamie

and eyes unwavering. "Tonight, I refuse