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.

manager gathered the entire staff. "We're receiving

Carlotta called

and took

her sheets, brain foggy, until Carlotta's words sharpened her focus.

she asked, voice

Jeanette's hooked up with a Mr. Gorman. He's no ordinary man. Didn't take long before he took her

you find out who this

dig up anything on him except his last name-Gorman. He just returned from abroad, and year's ago, he was close friends with the CEO

all Citrine needed to hear. If Carlotta couldn't

a pause. “Let her have her fun.

laughed. Jeanette-the ultimate survivor-would do anything,

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

something about Mr. Gorman puzzled her. He'd rescued her, brought her home, but never once laid a finger on her. No matter how hard she