The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 541

At that moment, a girl suddenly stepped forward, her gaze burning with hope and anxiety as she looked at Citrine. In a tentative voice, she asked, "President Carmichael, do you really think we can bring Dick to justice?"

Citrine's eyes lifted, and she was the first to notice the burn mark on the girl's chest—a round scar, unmistakably from a cigarette. She averted her gaze, her expression solemn as she replied, "Absolutely. We will."

With those words from Citrine, a sense of confidence bloomed among the gathered girls. The fear and worry that had gripped them when they first arrived began to fade, replaced by renewed determination.

From the back of the room, a middle-aged woman called out, her eyes shining with anticipation. "President Carmichael, when can we begin to clear the air?" Her voice trembled with urgency.

Citrine turned toward the sound. The woman stood there, face earnest, her husband at her side gripping her hand just as tightly, both of them radiating the same desperate hope.

Seeing them, a shadow flickered across Citrine's expression. She scanned the area around them, searching for any sign of their daughter, but found nothing.

She quickly composed herself and answered gently, "We can start whenever you're ready."

The girls urged her on in unison. "Then let's begin, President Carmichael." "Yes, let's get started."

can't wait to see that monster finally pay

a mixture of hope

to the assembled reporters, she announced, "Please, set up your cameras and get ready for the interviews. This is the story the world needs to

nodded in agreement. "Yes, President

added, "You can film the interviews, but

for a moment, then quickly agreed. After all, this exclusive was a direct result of President Carmichael's

the first to step forward. She sat down in front of the

party, Dick singled me out. That night, he deliberately left his business card for me, inviting me to his suite. b refused.

"The next morning, when I realized what had happened, I

I was terrified. I gave up on

a fortune. In a moment

barely a whisper now. "The very next day, my father, who worked construction, fell from the twentieth floor and died instantly. My mother died of a heart attack from grief. Dick destroyed my life. He killed

moved quickly, handing May a tissue and helping her up

they took out a framed photograph of their daughter and set it gently on the table