The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 691

Neville was sharp as a tack. The moment Citrine spoke, he saw right through her -she wanted nothing more than to humiliate Theo.

Talk about fate handing you exactly what you need.

Neville's gaze turned icy as he looked at Theo. "Theo, get on your knees. Slap yourself."

"Dad? What are you talking about? Our family and the Glenwoods have been close for generations! Theo's my brother," Quentin protested, his face twisting with anger. He couldn't hold it in any longer and shouted at Neville.

Neville shot his son a fierce glare, his voice edged with irritation. "Quiet. No one's asking for your opinion."

Then he turned back to Theo, a thin smile on his lips. "Theo, since you're working for the Aldridge Group now, it's only right you contribute to the Aldridge Group."

Theo's jaw clenched.

Ever since the Glenwoods went bankrupt, all the fair-weather friends who used to flock to him now avoided him like the plague. The old-money families who once smiled at him now treated him like a leper.

Mr. Barrett had given him a job, and Theo had thought-just maybe Mr. Barrett was different. He'd believed the kindness was real. But now it was obvious: it had all been a performance.

Theo glanced at Citrine. There was nothing in her eyes. She just watched as if the whole thing was a show.

in front of her with a dull

I've wronged you. The Glenwoods have wronged you." With that, he delivered a sharp slap to his own cheek, again and again, each strike

golden boy-now brought down

lips. Once upon a time, she'd liked this man. Now, he was

spare him even

was Sebastian, instead, who looked on with a half-smile that didn't reach his eyes. Citrine

for just a moment, the sense

been humiliated enough, he put on a

to Citrine with a rehearsed smile. "President Carmichael, you see-Theo's apologized. Surely you've vented your anger. Perhaps

cut him

as ice, dismissing everyone in

clenched

shot to his feet. "What the hell is wrong with

you still hold a grudge against the Glenwoods, you've gotten your revenge. What

practically shaking with

turning to Neville instead with a mocking smile. "President Barrett, your son really is

filled