The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 620

Citrine curled her lips, then rephrased her question. "Or maybe, is there something I have that you want?"

Jeanette scoffed, her tone shameless. "Citrine, I really didn't expect this from you. This past year, you've been flaunting your ties to the Iverson and Glenwood families, launching one company after another. In just a year, you've already gone public. Impressive-leeching off the Iversons and Glenwoods, feeding off their name. Do you have no shame?"

Leeching off the Iversons and Glenwoods? Feeding off their name?

Citrine almost laughed. Was this supposed to be a joke?

She couldn't help it—a laugh broke out of her. "Don't flatter yourselves. You think my companies needed your pathetic family names to make it big? Feeding off you? I'd say it's the other way around-who's really living off of whom here?"

She didn't have the patience to argue with Jeanette any longer. Citrine's voice grew cold. "Let Sawyer go, and I'll do whatever you want."

Jeanette's eyes gleamed with malice. "Fine. You have two choices: jump, or sign over every company and asset you own to me."

Suddenly, Citrine felt exhausted. She stared, hollow-eyed, at the bound and helpless Sawyer. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Maybe this is how it all ends."

From the sidelines, Raymond could see her body trembling uncontrollably-her composure was slipping fast.

Then he heard his daughter force a brittle smile as she turned to Sawyer. "If this is what you want, then you can have it all."

owed you, consider it repaid. In my next life, I hope I never have

hurled herself from the rooftop. Raymond shouted her name.

narrowed, panic overtaking him. Desperately, in his mind, he willed himself to follow her, to be by her

cold floor below. Blood pooled beneath her, seeping steadily into the cracks of the

heart shattered. The pain

old family friends were always grand affairs-crowded rooms,

his Citrine spent her birthday alone, lying on a

the world took his Citrine

knees, clinging to her with every ounce of his

pulled upward, as if he'd

heard Jeanette's triumphant laughter ringing

are a fortune-her will's probably

say it was suicide. Has

gloating laughter

a fire-Raymond's rage threatened to consume him. He screamed at them, his voice

don't deserve

kill