Chapter 592

"What did you just say?" Theo's face drained of color-never in his life had he been humiliated like this.

"Nothing." Citrine shot him a look, the smile vanishing from her lips as quickly as it had appeared.

She glanced at her watch and smiled, composed. "It's getting late. I should go."

With that, Citrine turned on her heel and started to walk away.

"I'll kneel." Watching her retreating figure, Theo's eyes flickered with conflict. His voice, cold and desperate, stopped her in her tracks.

Without another word, the Crestwood heir dropped to his knees with a dull thud. When Citrine turned back, this was the sight that greeted her.

"What... what are you doing? I never asked you to kneel." She feigned shock, covering her mouth as if she'd just witnessed something scandalous.

Theo's complexion shifted between red and white as the truth dawned on him. If he couldn't see now that Citrine was playing him for a fool, he really was an idiot.

But having come this far, Theo couldn't back down.

He lowered his head, voice trembling with humiliation. "Citrine Carmichael, just tell me-what do you want? Whatever it takes, if you'll just spare the Glenwood family, I'll do it."

that once marked the Glenwood heir was gone; all

a fleeting moment, Citrine's eyes sparkled with a

over, towering above him, her smile wicked. "Theo, I have to say, I really like seeing you on your knees.

out her

you're doing?" Theo's face went deathly pale.

this priceless? Of course

photo, completely

and smirked. "Not bad. The golden boy, brought

as if the world had collapsed around him. He'd never realized just how unhinged

at the insult and

before him, then slowly crouched

felt her hand suddenly

leaned in, inch by inch, until there were barely two inches of

caught; his heart slammed against his ribs. He could

water, Citrine's next words drenched

voice low and venomous. "Did you just call me a lunatic? Have you

were crazy, I'd never

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