The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 587

Citrine pulled every document from the folder, scanning each one carefully.

Inside, she found the C. Corp equity transfer agreement-eighty percent of the company. If her guess was right, Hilda had just handed over every last share she owned.

Everyone in Crestwood's elite circles knew Hilda's reputation: a powerhouse, the only female CEO in town wielding real authority. She was relentless at work, the kind who put the company's interests above all else.

For someone that ambitious and capable, wasn't C. Corp the most important thing in her life? It was her life's work-her pride, her blood, sweat, and tears.

So why would she just give it all away? Citrine couldn't make sense of it.

Her gaze lingered on the bold letters of C. Corp at the top of the transfer agreement, her mind wandering.

"For me...?"

Could it really mean what she thought?

She was about to slip the agreement back into the folder when she noticed another stack of papers tucked inside.

pulled out the rest. There were deeds and gift letters for beachfront

into the folder, but her heart wouldn't

fortune, no strings attached. Wasn't she afraid Citrine might just walk away and never

her previous life- taken too many falls that Citrine now

felt safe. Only enough money and enough power could give her any sense of security. Those things were her shield, her confidence-she could never imagine handing them all over

down, she could never do what Hilda

center had been digging into hospitals and organizations that deliberately delayed flu patients' treatment, using

these clinics and hospitals were tied to the Glenwood family. Not only that, but the Glenwoods had set up a slew of pharmaceutical factories on the side, churning out counterfeit versions of the very real medications developed by their

Glenwood's had opened more than a dozen of these shady factories, and even ran several online shops. Within days, the

In

the top of the sates charts on a major

after her birthday, Citrine returned to the

details, Citrine's

were filthy profiting off people's pain

conscience.