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.

Citrine shot him a look and

quickly

on the coffee table and slid it toward

if she'd never seen anything more beautiful than that pile of cash. Not only was Citrine

vanish, the server blurted, "Of course I'll clean

for money. Citrine's gaze drifted to

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

corners of her lips curling, saying nothing but

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

server set

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

just been paid handsomely for her

finished, she straightened up with a smile.

returning

turned to Sebastian and gestured for him to

the seat beside Citrine as everyone in

like he