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

short, contemptuous laugh

exceptionally well in Crestwood these past years. Our microchips are second to none in the

it clearly hadn't crossed his mind that Citrine might refuse. In his mind, business was business-profit always came first, and this partnership was mutually beneficial. Why would

table, swirling it before clinking it against Citrine's. "Here's to our partnership, President Carmichael. Let's toast, and then we can

first, to show

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

aren't you going to drink?"

took a few steps closer,

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

that, she flung her wine straight

in disbelief

the wine from his face,

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

him another glance, she strode out of the

before someone

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

and found herself facing a middle-aged woman in a catering staff uniform, staring

then asked cautiously, "Is there something you