The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 598

As soon as the words left Theo's mouth, Citrine started up the final flight of stairs. Theo was overcome by a strange, inexplicable feeling. Deep down, he just didn't want Citrine to go up there. His instincts screamed that if something happened to her, he'd regret it for the rest of his life. At this moment, gut feeling outweighed

reason.

He pressed his lips together, blocking her path once more. "Citrine Carmichael, if you go up there today, you'll die. But if you walk away right now, I'll pretend you were never here. Talbot won't hear a word about this from me."

Citrine couldn't help but laugh, a soft, bitter sound. "Theo, you really are your father's son." Like father, like son-both so "kind and devoted," she thought with a trace of sarcasm.

Theo's expression shifted, disbelief flickering in his eyes. "Citrine Carmichael, I'm trying to help you."

She looked at him with pure contempt. "If you really wanted to help, you should've told me last night that Talbot was going after my family, not waited until they'd already been taken. Don't act like some hero now, expecting me to fall at your feet in gratitude just to stroke your ego."

She spat out the words. "Pretending to help me, and you call that kindness? Disgusting."

Theo's face darkened, as if her words had drawn blood.

so set on rushing to your own death, then I've

stepped around him

face as she left-so dark it seemed to suck

rooftop, she saw four people tied up near the edge, bound so tightly they looked like

face remained impassive, but her hands-hanging at her

it." Talbot's eyes glinted as he spotted

kept her gaze low, voice flat. "You've got what you wanted.

wait for a reply. She

me get you out of this," she said, kneeling down in front of him. But as soon as her hands reached

she slowly withdrew her

think you're doing?" she demanded, standing to glare at Talbot, brows drawn in

burly man in camouflage, who holstered his

lounged in his chair, toying idly with the pistol in his hand. His eyes, old and sharp, glinted with

four of them go, once you showed up. But now, seeingjust how much you all care about