The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 541

Chapter 543

At that moment, in the grand hall, Mrs. Watkins and her daughter gazed at Citrine with unabashed admiration, eyes shining like starstruck fans.

The rest of the guests shifted anxiously, not one daring to leave the party early. Tonight, they were all just spectators to the unfolding drama.

People exchanged uneasy glances, as if afraid that Citrine might lash out at any moment.

Someone tried to break the tension with a forced smile.

"President Carmichael, we knew you'd never do something like that."

Before anyone else could chime in with their flattery, Citrine shot the crowd a glare sharp enough to cut glass.

"Enough. Not another word," she said, her voice cold and commanding.

Fair-weather friends, she thought. She had no time or patience for them-and certainly wasn't about to hand out any favors.

The room fell silent. No one dared speak again.

turned her back on the crowd,

Quentin, who stood off to the side, staring at her in stunned

are you doing?" Quentin managed, swallowing hard. His voice trembled,

smiled at him, a hint of mischief

at her face, suddenly so close, his mind going completely

warning, Citrine

jumped to his feet, shocked. "You actually

really are an idiot. You even

closing the distance between them until Quentin could feel the warmth of her

inches apart; Quentin felt his ears burning but was too flustered to notice.

coolly. "Tell me, Quentin, do you

glared at her, scowling. "Don't you dare accuse her. I came

pathetic, but hardly surprising. She'd nearly forgotten: Quentin was always loyal

sighed, almost pitying him. "If she really didn't want you here, how did

texted me-she said you'd hit her. I wouldn't have

her eyes. "Do you even hear yourself? That's completely

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