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.

her go, Talbot.

minute-one after another, all of them so protective of Citrine. What spell had

cared about escaping. His eyes narrowed, voice sharp. "President Saunders,

hovered in the air. Talbot barely waited a second before continuing, "She's

but her expression

burst out laughing. “Well, isn't that something! She really is

like daughter. You've both been a thorn in my side for years," he sneered. Hilda had been his adversary sincè the early days, never missing chance to put him in his place. Now, her daughter was

he ordered the camouflaged soldier

one dared cross her. But now, faced with humiliation, her anger boiled over.

nothing, pushing

voice was icy. "Make one more sound

fell silent, powerless as the soldier bound her

curling on his lips. “Perfect. The family reunion is

to Citrine, and without warning,

in her ear, "Citrine, do you remember

an answer. "Do you remember

people lost their

everywhere, bones floating in the puddles the next