The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 688

Chapter 688

Citrine stared at him, stunned by the force of his reaction-she truly hadn't expected it.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, both fell silent.

Sebastian swallowed, breaking the tension first. "Either way, I'm not leaving. We agreed before I joined CICI-you can't fire me."

With that, he all but bolted from the room, not giving Citrine a chance to reply.

She watched his retreating figure, a mixture of exasperation and helplessness welling up inside her.

Whenever she wasn't teaching, she'd usually drop by the office, but these past few days, Sebastian had seemed to be avoiding her entirely, almost as if he were deliberately keeping his distance since the incident.

Friday night arrived.

A handful of Crestwood's most prominent business leaders had invited Citrine and Sebastian to dinner.

Normally, Citrine had little patience for these tedious social gatherings, but when she saw the guest list, she hesitated-then changed her mind.

It was, in a sense, a private affair, so they'd chosen the city's most exclusive club for the meeting.

and Sebastian stepped into the private lounge, the lively conversation died in

a polite smile on his face as he

with a

meet his eyes. In front of everyone, she brushed past and took the

slighted, shot to his feet, anger

about her constantly when her life had hung in the balance, and now it all seemed

this time, Citrine Carmichael was

son glower at Citrine, Neville's heart skipped a beat. He shot Quentin a furious glare, his

"Quentin, sit down."

so stern, he could only grit

let out a sharp huff and began to

just then,

seat, Citrine

words sharp, leaving no room

you mind moving to the end

gaped

your son could use

hostility in her words was unmistakable—anyone could hear

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