The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 796

Sebastian's heart leapt into his throat, and in the end, he couldn't hold back-he rushed forward.

He knew, deep down, that Citrine would never say yes to Vester. But standing there, watching the person he loved being confessed to by someone else, all reason flew out the window.

At that very moment, Citrine was about to turn Vester down.

That was when Sebastian strode over.

Before Citrine could even react, he stepped between her and Vester, blocking her view.

Facing Citrine, Sebastian positioned himself squarely between her and Vester, shielding her. His eyes were lowered, his gaze gentle. "Citrine, it's getting late. We should head out."

Citrine glanced at her phone-he was right, it was late.

She was just about to say goodbye to Vester when a cold voice sounded behind her.

"Mr. Vesper, why are you in such a hurry? Are you afraid Ms. Carmichael will accept my proposal?"

Sebastian turned, and all pretense of politeness vanished from his expression. "And what makes you so sure she would?"

His tone was edged with mockery. "You may have broken with your father, but do you really think your father, your brother, and your little sister will just let it go? Can you guarantee they'll never come after you?"

Vester said nothing.

can't even sort out your own family. Yet you expect her to give up everyone she loves and move halfway across

had no retort-he had to admit, Sebastian was right. He

two men stood locked in a silent

Vester. "Mr. Vester, thank you for your feelings. But I don't love you, and I

your help these past few weeks, but it's late—we'll be

took Sebastian's hand, and

they walked away,

Citrine planned to return to the hotel

quickly made their way to the car

they didn't notice was that, not far behind, several

they approached a stoplight and she sensed something was

think we're

Sebastian checked the rearview

his eyes narrowing.

than one car.

guys

probably working for

family."

taking down his Mirage Cay operation was

must be furious—he's