The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

The night air was cool, and the garden was unusually quiet. The only sound was the gentle rustle of leaves and flowers in the breeze—a soothing, comforting hush that seemed to settle the heart.

Citrine allowed herself a small smile.

Vester, despite being half Northriver by blood, had always loathed that side of his heritage-thanks in no small part to his mother. He had little patience for Northriver people in general. Yet, for reasons he couldn't quite name, he found himself unable to muster any dislike toward Citrine, this young Northriver woman before him.

Unable to make sense of it, he chalked it up to admiration. After all, Citrine was the only Northriver businesswoman he'd encountered who had built an empire of such scale.

Citrine hadn't explicitly told Vester that she wouldn't work with Darius Archer, but her attitude spoke volumes.

It was clear she had no intention of siding with that old vulture.

Vester looked at her, a smile curling on his lips. "Ms. Carmichael, you should give it some serious thought. Partnering with me is far more reliable than working with that fossil."

Citrine could tell from Vester's probing that relations between him and Archer were downright hostile. Still, she couldn't afford to trust him blindly—not until she figured out whether he'd had a hand in the Mirage Cay affair.

She didn't give him an answer right away. Her tone remained cool and even. "If we're talking partnership, then both sides need something to bring to the table. My leverage is my arms network, and as far as I know, Mr. Vester, that's exactly what you need."

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