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.

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

sound, the woman's face went pale; she scrambled to shut off the

with no regard for her distress and leaned

party tonight. Get

tone dripping with implication: "And May-dress to turn some heads, alright? Show off your back, maybe a high slit. You

as a sheet, her whole body trembling. For a long moment, she

me?" the agent snapped, shoving her head roughly. He flicked the last bit of his cigarette away,

pressed the burning cigarette into

grabbed

to

smug smite flashed across May's face. She kicked him hard a

make sure you

down with him."

she bolted from the

in a modest

couple sat together, eyes red and streaming with tears as

the livestream, calling out their daughter's

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

look

the husband

evidence our gif left hind. This time, we're making sure that bastard goes