The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

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.

and turned her

on Quentin, who stood off to the side, staring

hard. His voice trembled, almost tripping over the

at him, a

at her face, suddenly so close, his mind going

Citrine

to his feet, shocked. "You actually hit

"You really are an idiot. You

warmth of her breath. "And yes, I hit you. I hit your precious

burning but was too flustered to notice. He stumbled backward, putting space between them, looking suddenly disheveled and out of

him coolly. "Tell me, Quentin, do you know why your dear Kali asked

at her, scowling. "Don't you dare accuse her. I came because I wanted to. She has nothing to do with

nearly forgotten: Quentin was

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

out, "Because Kali texted me-she said you'd hit her. I wouldn't have

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