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?

him in disbelief. "Citrine is the chairwoman of Crestwood

"Citrine Carmichael hid it well-not even

faces turned

first started with Crestwood Medical, and the recent flood of scandals online. As the

Glenwoods had simply crossed the wrong people at Crestwood Medical. It never occurred to them that

of. If Talbot said it was her,

Travis, clueless about anything to do 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

contempt. "Your family's done more than enough to make

cut glass, but when that wasn't enough, he strode over and kicked

doubled over in pain, curling up on the ground, but his eyes were wild-like

Citrine had no choice but to climb the stairs herself-there was

was bitterly cold, by the time she'd reached the upper floors, sweat beaded at

paused on the twenty-seventh floor to catch her breath, ready to press on, when Theo emerged from the shadows at the end