The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 597

Talbot looked down at the group-not angry, but almost amused.

He let out a low chuckle. "You Carmichaels really are sentimental. Even when your own lives are hanging by a thread, you're more worried about that girl, Citrine Carmichael, than yourselves."

Raymond's brows drew together in a scowl as he glared at Talbot. “Talbot, if you've got the guts, kill me. But going after Citrine-a child-what does that prove? She's never done you any harm."

"No harm?" Talbot shot him a look of disbelief, as though Raymond had just cracked a joke. He paused, a wild glint flickering in his eyes. "If it weren't for Citrine Carmichael, the Glenwood family wouldn't have fallen. I wouldn't be here, ruined." His voice trembled with barely suppressed rage.

He gave a cold snort, sweeping his gaze over them. "I bet you still don't know, do you? Citrine Carmichael is the mysterious chairwoman behind Crestwood Medical Research Center. Every bit of dirt about the Glenwood family that's hit the internet came straight from her. She's been targeting us from the very beginning."

Hatred flashed in Talbot's eyes. "A little girl-calculating every step, and she's managed to push us this far. I can't help but admire her, in a way."

Crestwood Medical Research Center?

at him in disbelief. "Citrine is the

laugh. "Citrine Carmichael hid it well-not

Carmichaels' faces

Medical, and the recent flood of scandals online. As the pieces fell into place,

assumed the Glenwoods had simply crossed the wrong people at Crestwood Medical. It never occurred to them that Citrine herself was the one pulling the strings,

knew what Citrine was capable of. If Talbot said it was her,

with the family business, shot back without thinking. "So what if Citrine's the chairwoman? That doesn't prove she's behind all the dirt on your precious

than enough to make

mouth." Talbot's glare could have cut glass, but when that wasn't enough, he strode over and kicked

over in pain, curling up on the ground, but his eyes were wild-like a young wolf about to spring for Talbot's

stretched twenty-eight floors into the sky, Citrine had no choice

reached the upper floors,

to catch her breath, ready to press on, when Theo emerged from the shadows