The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 600

"Yes, sir."

At the order, the soldier in camouflage readied his rifle and crept slowly toward the

corner.

It was a dead end-nowhere left to run. Hilda reached into her pocket and drew out a knife, gripping it tightly in her palm.

The footsteps drew nearer. Determined, Hilda sprang from her hiding spot, thrusting the blade toward the soldier's chest.

She'd picked up a little self-defense over the years, but this man-one of Mirage Cay's elite, trained to the bone-was in a different league. He knocked the knife from her hand before she could blink. With barely any effort, he pinned her arms and pressed the muzzle of his rifle against her back, shoving her up the stairs to the rooftop.

The moment Hilda appeared, Citrine's eyes widened in shock. She quickly masked her reaction, forcing her emotions down and showing nothing on her face.

Talbot, on the other hand, looked genuinely surprised. His lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Well, President Saunders, shouldn't you be enjoying your corner office? What brings you here?"

Hilda ignored him. Her gaze fell on Citrine-she looked her up and down, searching for injuries. Only when she saw Citrine was unharmed did her shoulders loosen.

"Let her go, Talbot. I'll help you

was getting more interesting by the minute-one after another, all of them so protective of Citrine. What spell had she cast on

no longer cared about escaping. His eyes narrowed, voice sharp. "President Saunders,

a second

but her expression said

isn't that something! She

side for years," he sneered. Hilda had been his adversary sincè the early days, never missing chance to put him in his

her up," he ordered the camouflaged soldier behind

law; no one dared cross her. But now, faced with humiliation, her anger boiled over. "You bastard! Don't you dare

nothing, pushing the

voice was icy. "Make one more

powerless as the soldier

lineup of captives, a satisfied smile curling on his lips. “Perfect.

to Citrine, and without warning,

in her ear, "Citrine, do

didn't wait for an answer. "Do you remember what

dogs? How those people lost their minds

everywhere, bones floating in the puddles