The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 604

"The medical industry in Country J, the coal mines in Country H, construction in Country Y, antiques in Country K, military equipment in Country A-Citrine Carmichael cut off every path we had. There's nowhere left for us to go."

Talbot let out a contemptuous laugh. "Citrine Carmichael. I really did underestimate you."

He paused, then added, "But you know what they say don't corner a rat unless you're ready for it to bite."

Citrine's expression didn't change. Her voice was as calm as ever. "Are you admitting you're the rat here?"

Talbot scoffed, "Sharp tongue."

But then his face turned cold, voice like steel. "Enough. Do it now. If you don't, you'll all be dead."

Raymond shouted, "Citrine, do it!"

Hilda, desperate, cried, "Shoot, Citrine! Now!"

As their pleas echoed, the group squeezed their eyes shut, not in fear, but with the grim resolve of people ready to die.

Citrine's heart twisted painfully.

She stole a quick glance at the sniper's position, tightening her grip on the gun in her hand.

on as if he were enjoying the show. He turned to sit down, but in that instant, a flash of resolve glinted in Citrine's eyes. She spun around

in camouflage

had moved so fast, they hadn't even

head, every

eyes flew open. Their faces

gasped, wide-eyed. More than

icy as she pressed the gun harder against Talbot's head. "Or

order at his men: "Shoot! There are no bullets in Citrine Carmichael's

Hilda stopped breathing for

face. The thought of losing her

Swach to

me, Talbot! Go

those times

knew, did you? That car accident you had-it was me. tampered with your brakes." Hilda was shaking, her

her daughter a

worry. Your turn

his

in—but just as they did, Citrine pulled a second, black pistol from her pocket and tossed it to

face changed instantly. He threw up a hand