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.

the club was scrubbed spotless from top to bottom, and the manager gathered the entire staff. "We're receiving a distinguished

Carlotta

Jeanette's penalty fee and took

until Carlotta's words

she asked, voice

Gorman. He's no ordinary

cold. "Did you find out who this

name-Gorman. He just

all Citrine needed to hear. If Carlotta

her have her fun. She won't escape my grasp in the

survivor-would do anything, say anything,

her old, dazzling self. Every inch of her was dressed in custom designer-her outfit alone worth a fortune. Living in the villa these past days, she'd slipped right back into the pampered life

brought her home, but never once laid a finger on her. No matter how hard