The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 540

But he hadn't expected things to take such a turn.

Citrine turned out to be the victim all along.

Despite what she'd suffered, she carried herself with remarkable strength, as if nothing could break her.

Every word she spoke caught him off guard.

Without realizing it, Quentin found his gaze toward Citrine subtly shifting. He was completely unaware of the change.

Meanwhile, in a quiet alley on the outskirts of Crestwood-

A mother and her daughter clung to each other, sobbing uncontrollably.

In front of them, a laptop screen was streaming the Watkins family's dinner party live.

After crying for what felt like ages, the girl finally pulled herself together and looked up at her mother, her voice thick with tears. "Mom, let's go report Dick right now. I want him to spend the rest of his life behind bars."

Her mother nodded. "Alright, I'll get your wheelchair. Wait here."

Glenwood Studios.

beautiful woman sat clutching her phone, bawling her eyes out. Suddenly, in the

agent pushed open the door. At the sound, the woman's face went pale; she scrambled

from his lips, strode in with no regard for her distress

party tonight.

up and down, then gave a pointed reminder, his tone dripping with implication: "And May-dress to turn some heads, alright? Show off your back, maybe a high slit. You know

face went white as a sheet, her whole body trembling.

her head roughly. He flicked the last bit of his cigarette away, then circled behind her. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, he ran

pressed the burning cigarette into her unblemished

grabbed the vase beside her and smashed it over the agent's

to

May's face. She kicked him hard a few

make sure you

down with him."

bolted from the

in a modest

couple sat together, eyes red and streaming with tears as

livestream, calling out their daughter's

of their living room, in the most prominent spot, sat a framed photograph of a young

a look

the husband said

the evidence our gif left hind. This time, we're making