The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

The files in the Citrine dossier had all been reviewed-every last page. They contained information on everyone who'd been brought to Mirage Cay over the years.

Each person had been sorted by their value. At the top were the senior researchers and those whose expertise benefited the group the most. The next tier included high-level managers and staff who kept operations running. Then, at the very bottom, were those chillingly labeled as the "donor pool"-their bodies nothing more than inventories for the wealthy to pick apart as needed.

The list detailed exactly how much value each individual had created for Mirage Cay. It didn't stop there; it also included the identities of those buying from the donor pool, along with an abundance of evidence documenting every sordid transaction and crime, all meticulously cataloged.

Citrine immediately dispatched a team to turn over the evidence to the national authorities, who promptly alerted the Foreign Ministry.

But the Archer Group was the largest conglomerate in Magnolia, holding lucrative government contracts and deep-rooted interests. The Foreign Ministry personally sent envoys to Magnolia to negotiate, but after several rounds of talks, progress was minimal.

A few days later, Northriver issued a direct order: the military would intervene to rescue their people.

Once the command came down, Citrine led her team according to the battle plan they'd drawn up, moving swiftly toward Mirage Cay.

Inside the interrogation room on Mirage Cay, Raymond Carmichael sat slumped in a corner, his face half-hidden in shadow.

Days had passed. His wounds had begun to heal, and he was starting to look a little better.

commit crimes. When he refused, they threw him into the interrogation room and subjected

was a grown man, but even he could barely endure the agony they inflicted. In less than a month, it felt as if his bones had been broken, his spirit stretched to the

Citrine had survived two years in this place.

daughter, suffering at the hands of these

realized then that the pain in his heart far outweighed any injury to his body. For a

though, a few days ago, the beatings stopped. No one came to torment him anymore. Instead, someone brought him medicine. He was served three meals a

couldn't help

and her team arrived at

by heart-the layout, the security, even the exact number and locations

B, C, and D. Eliminate the snipers," Citrine ordered, gesturing crisply to

soldiers replied in unison, their voices

rest of you, come with me." Citrine's

was an air of lethal determination about her-nothing like the twenty-something girl

to be. She

authority of a seasoned

kind that made soldiers stand a little straighter