The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 595

After Theo finished speaking, he glanced over at Jeanette, who sat off to the side.

"Jeanette, why don't you come with us?" he said.

Jeanette's face turned noticeably pale at his words.

She hesitated, forcing a strained smile. "I... I don't think that's a good idea."

She'd once thought Talbot and Theo might be her ticket out of trouble, that the father and son had the means to weather this storm. Who could have guessed they'd be so useless-unable to even deal with someone like Citrine? If she'd known, she'd have picked a different rich kid to cozy up to.

Talbot shot Jeanette a look of pure disdain, his tone dripping with mockery. "The Glenwood family's finished, and now this woman can't wait to dump you. And you're still dumb enough to worry about her, wanting to bring her abroad. She doesn't care about you at all."

His words hit Jeanette right where it hurt. Her expression stiffened; he'd seen straight through her.

Theo didn't argue. He just looked at Jeanette, his voice steady and unemotional. "Jeanette, you saved my life. No matter what, I can't just leave you behind. Let me ask you again-are you willing to come abroad with me?"

Inside, Jeanette was fuming, but on the surface, she put on her most delicate act. "Theo, I'd hate to leave you, but I have friends here in Crestwood. I really can't go."

She wasn't stupid. Fleeing Crestwood to start over in some foreign country? Who knew what kind of miserable life awaited her there? No, she'd much rather stay- there were always opportunities in a place like this. Sooner or later, she'd find herself another rich mark, and life would be smooth sailing again.

"Alright," Theo replied, not pressing her any further.

In fact, the moment Jeanette turned him down, he almost felt relieved.

was running out-the police might show up as early as tomorrow. Talbot didn't dare wait any longer. He quickly booked

Theo slipped quietly

as they were about to pick up their tickets, both

and saw several men in black suits staring

caught their

of dread

we aren't getting out of

the suited

one in front, face cold

expressionless, spoke quietly,

won't

that flight, we'll call the police

“Citrine Carmichael's really

voice icy. "You'd better

had no choice but to

men chain-smoked, one cigarette after another, the

Talbot

all his

over at his son, as if Theo.

We're finished."