The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Citrine didn't notice anything unusual, but Sebastian caught every flicker of emotion on the others' faces.

Damn that bastard-did they really think he was invisible?

Sebastian clenched his jaw, cursing Vester under his breath for having no shame.

Not far away, Darius Archer glared daggers at Citrine, his face twisted with resentment.

So that was it. No wonder things had gone sideways-someone from his own family was conspiring with that infuriating Northriver girl. If only he'd taken care of her when she still lived under his roof. And that traitor-he should've smothered the brat when he was a child.

Meanwhile, Vester seemed entirely focused on Citrine, so caught up in the Northriver girl that he didn't even notice the venomous look Darius was shooting

his way.

He turned to Citrine, voice earnest. "Ms. Carmichael, would you mind stepping outside for a moment?"

"Of course." After all, he had helped her earlier-she couldn't refuse.

She glanced back at Sebastian. "I'll just be a moment."

Vester left the room, Sebastian's carefully composed

corner, face

a sense of humor. With her father's bankruptcy, her mood had been sour anyway-what better

to Ileana. She picked up a glass

Vesper. Fancy seeing you

flicked her hair, gaze full of

already dark, his expression turning positively

want?"

aloof he became, the more obsessed

come over to

furrowed deeply. "What is it you

bold and shameless as ever.

where no one was shy about what they

her flatly. "I already

as far as I know,

eyes grew even

rising fast, and it's obvious he's interested in your girlfriend. Do