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

out a short, contemptuous laugh and

Dixon Group has done exceptionally well in Crestwood these past years. Our microchips are second to none in the industry. If

arrogance; 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 she

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

to show my

down with a flourish-only to notice

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

few steps

top by leeching off his ex-wife's misery? You

her wine straight into Justin's

frozen in disbelief

wine from his face, too furious

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

she strode out

barely exited before someone followed her

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

facing a middle-aged woman in a catering staff

cautiously, "Is there something you need from