The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Citrine offered a perfectly poised smile. "You're very thoughtful. These are all things I enjoy."

Once the Archer family patriarch took his seat, he finally noticed Vester sitting nearby.

Remembering how Vester had brought Citrine to the house before he could, the patriarch's expression darkened, and he barely managed to contain his irritation. After the patriarch sat down, even though Jason and Ileana were still brimming with resentment toward Citrine, they had no choice but to swallow it in silence.

As the meal progressed, the patriarch struck up conversation after conversation with Citrine, leaving Jason and Ileana completely sidelined. The two exchanged glances, their faces stormy, but there was nothing they could do about it.

They simply couldn't understand it: how could a nobody from a backwater town have earned their father's favor so easily?

The longer the patriarch talked with Citrine, the more animated he became-he seemed to forget about everyone else at the table. The two of them got along almost too well.

Eventually, unable to hold back, he brought up Citrine's business overseas. "Ms. Carmichael, I've heard business is booming for your arms company abroad. Tell me, have you ever considered working with Archer Enterprises?"

eyes with Citrine, waiting intently for her answer. At once, the

gaze, her

but no reply came. "Ms. Carmichael, is this something you're not interested in?" The warmth in his eyes

military. As far as I know, Mr. Archer, your

share a gleeful look—after all, the last

after a few tense moments, the patriarch simply burst out

in this world aren't set in stone. And if they can't be bent, it

back in his chair. "Tell me, then-what is it

let out a melodic laugh. "Mr. Archer, you know as well

shook his head. "Money? At your level, of course that's not what

tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the table, then leaned in, lowering

looked up, meeting his gaze with crystal-clear eyes. "Then what do you

quietly, "Resource