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."

picked up a glass of red wine from a nearby table and offered it to

let out a short, contemptuous laugh and

to 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. If our companies joined forces,

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

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

to show

set it down with a flourish-only to notice

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

a few steps closer,

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

her

was stunned, frozen in

the wine from his face, too furious for

and final. "Mr. Dixon, I suggest you find someone else to do business

another glance, she

barely exited before someone followed

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

woman

hesitated, then asked cautiously, "Is there something you