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 and

quickly withdrawing

weighed the bills in her palm, wincing inwardly at the expense. Still, she placed the stack on the coffee table and slid it toward the server, giving

seen anything more beautiful than that pile of cash.

the money might somehow vanish, the server blurted, "Of

her eyes now, only the hunger for money. Citrine's gaze drifted to the server's shoes-worn through at the

the whole scene unfold, was livid. He glared at Citrine, incredulous. "Citrine Carmichael, what

met his eyes, the corners of her lips curling, saying nothing but conveying

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

set to

inch of the seat,

all, she'd just been paid handsomely for her

straightened up with a smile. "All

nodded, returning the

expression softening, she turned to Sebastian

Citrine as

like he