The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

In the end, the Archer family still kept silent about Mirage Cay. Citrine didn't press them, wary of scaring them off, nor did she agree to any partnership. All she said was that she'd think it over.

After dinner, Citrine had medical equipment and supplies delivered. She watched as her team carried everything into the makeshift operating room Vester had set up, only returning to her room once the installation was finished.

That afternoon, under the pretense of getting familiar with the castle, Citrine asked one of the staff to show her around.

They toured the grounds first, then Citrine requested a look inside.

The castle was massive. The housekeeper did their best to introduce every room, one by one, until they reached the fifth floor. There, the maid came to an abrupt halt.

Citrine looked at her, puzzled. "Is something wrong?"

The maid offered an apologetic smile. "Ms. Carmichael, the entire fifth floor is our master's private office suite. No one's allowed up there without his permission."

Citrine glanced at the door, noting the keypad lock, then turned away. "Alright, let's move on."

Seeing that Citrine didn't seem upset, the maid relaxed and finished showing her the rest of the castle.

Citrine was completely worn out and headed straight for

was still catching her breath when Sebastian Vesper came over. "What on earth did you do to get

the sofa. “If I didn't know how big and important the Archer family was, I'd

another, and went on. "This place is enormous. I felt like I was

you find what you

a security camera and a lock

can do?" After all, he was here to help her in

for a moment. "Are you any

"Leave the password

good news, then."

I worked up

around, and I

hot water's ready.

Citrine tossed her hair up

and she felt lighter

was done, Citrine reached for her clothes-only to realize, with a sinking feeling, that she'd been so comfortable