The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 537

After that piano lesson ended, she'd spotted a pink hair clip lying on the floor by the door-the same clip that should have been in Jeanette's hair.

From that moment, she knew a day like this was bound to come.

In the age of information, nothing stays hidden forever. Even though Citrine wished desperately to keep this buried, she understood that, whether she tried to avoid it or not, the truth would eventually come out.

So why not take control of the story and shape her image herself?

Citrine glanced at Monica and whispered, "Call all the reporters in here."

Monica didn't understand, but she didn't hesitate; she hurried off to gather them.

When the reporters had finally assembled, Monica realized what Citrine was planning.

Gone was Citrine's usual icy composure. In its place was the fragile, trembling look of a wounded rabbit. She gazed at the crowd, eyes brimming with tears, unable to stop herself from sobbing.

"I know everyone's curious about the video online," she choked out. "Let me clarify things. Yes, the video is real, but it's incomplete. As for the rumors about me seducing someone-those are utter nonsense."

Before the last word had even faded, a reporter fired off a question:

you say the seduction rumors are nonsense. What proof do

the video is real, but deny

flashing. Citrine kept up her act of being wronged and aggrieved,

"but first, I want to tell you all

perked up. "What kind of

of

rippled through

their curiosity, Citrine began, her tone lingering and wistful, "When

I

last. One day, my foster father brought home a woman and her daughter. Everything I loved-my toys, my brother, my

happened all the time But one day, out of nowhere, my foster mother, who'd never treated me kindly, decided

She stopped.

hanging on her every word, were so caught up

realizing she'd gone

"And then?"

"What happened next?"

there,