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.

the time she'd seen every floor, Citrine was completely worn out and

came over. "What

a glass of water, then collapsed onto the sofa. “If I didn't know how big and important the Archer family was, I'd think they were trying to mess with me on

in one go, poured herself another, and went on. "This place is enormous. I felt like I

her. "Did you find what you

on the fifth floor. But there's a security camera and a lock on the door. It'll take some time to

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

a moment. "Are you

grinned. "Leave the

then." Citrine Stood

I worked up quite a

and

smiled. "The hot water's

Citrine tossed her hair up into a

and she felt lighter with

with a sinking feeling, that she'd been so comfortable she'd forgotten to bring a