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."

repaid. In my next life, I hope I never

she didn't hesitate. Citrine hurled herself from the rooftop. Raymond

in his mind, he willed himself to follow her, to be

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

heart shattered. The pain

sons of old family friends were always grand affairs-crowded rooms, laughter, cake, family love and warmth.

a cold, unforgiving

the world took his Citrine

with every ounce of his being, tears streaming down his

life had truly slipped away-Raymond's consciousness was suddenly pulled upward, as if he'd

heard Jeanette's triumphant

a fortune-her will's

unable to contain her excitement. "We'll say it was suicide. Has

gloating laughter was

him. He screamed at them, his voice raw and

don't deserve

kill