The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 544

After she finished speaking, Citrine quietly watched Quentin's face for any

reaction.

Struggle. Disappointment. Disgust. Hesitation...

A faint, knowing smile tugged at her lips-she could tell her words had done their work, driving a wedge just as she'd intended.

Of course, she hadn't actually lied. Everything she'd said was the truth.

Since Kali was so eager to see her ruined, Citrine figured she'd strike first, isolating Kali until she was left with no one to turn to.

What was the point of crushing her in one blow? No, Citrine far preferred watching someone squirm-caught between life and death, unable to truly live or die. That, to her, was far more entertaining.

Having stirred up enough trouble for Quentin tonight, Citrine checked the time and prepared to leave.

Just then, Justin approached.

He wore a sycophantic smile as he greeted her, "President Carmichael, I owe you an apology. Earlier, I spoke out of turn-I misjudged you, and I'm truly sorry for the things I said."

a glass of red wine from a nearby table and offered it

out a short, contemptuous laugh

relax. He erupted into a self-assured laugh. "President Carmichael, The Dixon Group has done exceptionally well in Crestwood these past years. Our microchips are second to none in the industry.

Citrine might refuse. In his mind, business was business-profit always came first, and this partnership was mutually beneficial. Why would she

table, swirling it before clinking it against Citrine's. "Here's to our partnership, President Carmichael.

to show my

gulp, Justin set it down with a flourish-only to notice that Citrine

Carmichael, aren't you going to drink?" Justin ventured, uncertainty

took a few steps closer,

clawed his way to the top by leeching off his ex-wife's misery? You really think you're worthy of partnering with

she flung her wine

in

the wine from his face, too furious

tone was cold and final. "Mr. Dixon, I

him another glance, she strode out of the

before someone followed

her way to the parking lot, she felt a twinge of unease and stopped

turned, wary, and found herself facing a middle-aged woman in

"Is there something