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.

bawling her eyes out. Suddenly, in the midst of her tears, she

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

his lips, strode in with no regard for her distress and leaned lazily

party tonight.

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

a sheet, her whole body trembling. For a long moment, she couldn't even

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

burning cigarette into her

was excruciating. Acting on instinct and fury, May grabbed the vase beside her and smashed it over the

crumpled to

May's face. She kicked him hard a few times, cursing, "Serves you right!

tonight I'll make

down with him."

bolted

in a

couple sat together, eyes red and streaming

the livestream, calling out

most prominent spot, sat a framed photograph

a look

the husband said

gif left hind. This time, we're making sure that bastard goes to prison