The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 764

It had been several months since Raymond Carmichael left the country for work. For the first couple of months, Citrine would still hear from him now and then-an occasional message, sometimes a video call. But over the past month, he seemed to have vanished. None of her messages got a reply; with each one she sent, only silence answered back.

That night, Citrine tossed and turned, her sleep restless and uneasy.

She dreamed of the days back on Mirage Cay-old memories she hadn't revisited in a long time. But she also dreamed of Raymond.

In her dream, Raymond was there on Mirage Cay too, only he wasn't safe. He was being dragged along by a group of strangers, blood soaking through his shirt.

Citrine's face paled. She tried to run to him, but before she could reach him, a gunshot rang out. Raymond collapsed instantly, and everything was swallowed up by a blinding wash of red.

She jolted upright in bed, her breath ragged, every nerve in her body on edge. Sleep was now impossible.

Reaching for a tissue, she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. It was three in the morning.

That meant it was midday in the Federated States of Magnolia-where Raymond was supposed to be.

Citrine opened her phone's messaging app and, seeing her last unanswered message, typed out another.

"Dad, when are you coming home?"

there was still no response. Citrine

she tried calling him with a video chat. The ringtone echoed in the quiet room,

Her anxiety only deepened.

out to a private investigator in Magnolia and pulling every

the morning pacing, waiting for news. It wasn't until noon

came back with the same conclusion: Raymond was missing.

Her face drained of color, and she shot to her feet so abruptly that her chair nearly

at the table turned to

that

of sorts all morning.

pressed her lips together,

to Dad.” Her voice

knew better

It was hell on earth. If Raymond had truly been taken by

what might happen

Isn't he just

shook her head, her

month. I tried reaching out-nothing. I've had. people look