The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 689

"Happy now?" Quentin barked at Citrine, his voice sharp with resentment as he grudgingly took the seat furthest from her.

Citrine's expression never wavered.

She sat quietly, waiting until Quentin had completely vacated the spot. Once he was gone, she called the server over in her usual calm tone. "Would you mind cleaning this seat for me?"

The young woman froze, momentarily speechless—she'd never had a request like that before.

She glanced at Quentin. Even knowing he came from old money, she couldn't help but feel a secondhand embarrassment for him in this moment.

She'd always assumed Crestwood's rich kids were all swagger and bluster, never expected to see one so thoroughly put in his place.

What a mess this crowd is, she thought. Good thing I'm just a server.

The server hesitated, standing awkwardly by the table. Citrine looked up, meeting her gaze, then turned to Sebastian and held out her hand.

Sebastian blinked, unsure for a split second, then caught on. He slipped several crisp hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and placed them in Citrine's hand.

shot him a look

quickly withdrawing

in her palm, wincing inwardly at the expense. Still, she placed the stack on the

wide-eyed, as if she'd never seen anything more beautiful than that pile of cash. Not only was Citrine stunning,

server blurted, "Of course I'll clean

gaze drifted to the server's

incredulous. "Citrine Carmichael, what the hell is this?

the corners of her lips curling, saying nothing

his chest. He couldn't breathe, couldn't swallow the

server set to work

scrubbing every inch of the seat, not sparing even cracks between

she'd just been paid handsomely for

she straightened up with

returning

expression softening, she turned to Sebastian and gestured for him to sit. "Go

the seat beside Citrine

like he