The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 607

Weston was too old, that much was obvious. Travis was just a kid. Manley had been crippled years ago and barely left his house—his health had only gotten worse since. As for Hilda, she was a force to be reckoned with in the business world, but when it came to a situation like this, no one could say if she'd actually be of any help.

After Raymond's warning, everyone finally gave up the idea. No one insisted on going any further.

Sherman turned to his men. "You two, get the boss's family out of here. Make sure they're safe. No exceptions."

"Let's move."

With that, Sherman led the rest of the group toward the abandoned building.

Meanwhile, Citrine was already downstairs with Talbot in tow.

Theo followed close behind, his face pale and tense. He saw Citrine about to pull the trigger and rushed to intervene. "Citrine Carmichael, let my dad go," he pleaded. "We'll let you walk away. Just let him go."

Citrine let out a cold laugh. "Let me go? Do you really think your father would ever let me walk out of here alive? Don't be naïve."

Of course, Theo knew his father's true nature. He found himself at a loss for words.

Citrine pressed the barrel of her gun harder against Talbot's head and asked quietly, "You never intended to let me walk away today, did you?"

Talbot suddenly burst out laughing. "You're right. I never planned on letting you live."

None of the Carmichaels, not even Hilda. I wanted

a wild glint in his eyes. "You probably haven't realized yet, have you?

say a word. Her expression

some sign of heartbreak, pain, or

walks out alive. My men followed them the moment you sent them away. Tell me, Citrine Carmichael, do you think they're lying in the dirt or sprawled in the hallway?

her break-but Citrine's face

ever cared about the Carmichaels or Hilda at

you guess-are your men lying in the dirt right now, or maybe sprawled out

as he tried to be, couldn't

Carmichael, did you call the

"No," Citrine replied honestly.

kindly to criminals, especially

small smile. "Talbot, you're surrounded now. You're not getting out of here

about?" Talbot's

every word. "The Vermillion Vanguard

is the

white as

insane! Aren't you afraid I'll order my men to shoot you? Or are

planning to die with me from the