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."

of red wine from a nearby table and offered it

out a short, contemptuous laugh

a self-assured laugh. "President Carmichael, The Dixon Group has done exceptionally well in Crestwood these past years.

it clearly hadn't crossed his mind that Citrine might refuse. In his mind, business was business-profit always came first, and

it against Citrine's. "Here's to our partnership, President Carmichael. Let's toast, and

drink first, to

gulp, Justin set it down with a flourish-only to notice that Citrine hadn't even lifted hers. She simply watched him, lost in

you going to drink?" Justin ventured, uncertainty

few steps closer,

his way to the top by leeching off

her wine straight into Justin's

stunned, frozen in disbelief

from his

cold and final. "Mr. Dixon, I suggest you find

she strode

exited before someone followed her

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

a middle-aged woman in a catering staff uniform,

"Is there something you