The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 705

It was always the same either some bloated, greasy middle-aged man or a

lecherous old creep. The few wealthy clients who were actually good-looking and fit all had walls up so high, Jeanette couldn't get within a mile of them.

Lately, when she was selling drinks at the club, Jeanette let the bosses get handsy, even going so far as to cozy up to them if it meant a bigger tip. Everything she did was calculated-every smile, every touch, every late night—just to pocket

a little extra cash so she could invest in herself and claw her way out.

A few days later, Jeanette found herself crouched in a bathroom stall, eavesdropping on her manager's phone call in the next stall over.

"You mean Mr. Gorman?" the manager's voice was tight, respectful. "Mr. Gorman is coming tomorrow? Don't worry, I'll make sure he's well taken care of."

The way the manager spoke about this Mr. Gorman-deference threading every word-Jeanette made a mental note. That name could mean opportunity.

"We're receiving a

Carlotta called

paid Jeanette's penalty fee and took her away from

sheets, brain foggy, until Carlotta's words sharpened her focus. She sat up, face

happened?" she

He's no ordinary man. Didn't take long

cold. "Did you find out who this Mr.

He just returned from abroad,

hear. If Carlotta couldn't find anything, the

for now," Citrine said after a pause. “Let her have her fun. She won't escape my grasp in

ultimate survivor-would do anything, say anything,

in custom designer-her outfit alone worth a fortune. Living in the

about Mr. Gorman puzzled her. He'd rescued her, brought her home, but never once laid a