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."

not even Hilda. I wanted every last one

his eyes. "You probably haven't realized yet,

didn't say a word. Her expression didn't

of heartbreak, pain, or even fear-but

one 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

to see her break-but Citrine's face

cared about the Carmichaels or Hilda at

by the second Just then, Citrine spoke up. "President Glenwood, why don't you guess-are your men lying in the dirt right now, or maybe sprawled out somewhere? Do

as composed as he tried to be,

changed. "Citrine Carmichael, did you call

"No," Citrine replied honestly.

the cops. She'd simply reached out to some old contacts from the Vermillion Vanguard people who didn't take kindly to criminals, especially not when Talbot had conspired with foreign mercenaries. This whole mess threatened national security, so it was only

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

about?" Talbot's eyes grew

every word. "The Vermillion

the

went white

afraid I'll order my men

die with me from