The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 797

Citrine rattled off their current location, then added bluntly, "Send someone to get

us out of here. If you're late, you'll be picking up our bodies."

She didn't give Vester a chance to reply-just hung up.

"Can he be trusted?" Sebastian's voice was laced with a hint of sarcasm.

He tried not to sound jealous, but seeing Citrine put all her hopes on Vester left him uneasy.

Citrine kept her eyes on the road, hands tight on the wheel. She didn't answer him directly. Instead, her tone was cool: "Now call Sherman."

Sebastian followed orders, dialing the number. The call connected almost immediately.

Citrine was direct and to the point: "Bring your team and get me out. Darius Archer wants me dead."

She hung up again, nodding at Sebastian to send their location.

Sebastian, who had looked sullen just moments before, realized he'd misunderstood her and felt a pang of guilt.

He offered a quiet apology. "Sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you."

"You actually thought I'd put all my faith in Vester?" Citrine's grip on the steering wheel tightened as she stared ahead.

small, wry smile broke across her face. "I haven't known him that long. Do I really look

glanced sideways at

at all. She was sharp and resourceful-no way would she

pack of hunting dogs. The relentless pursuit was starting

in the city now, weaving through streets crowded with pedestrians and cars. If their pursuers started shooting, innocent

said, "Let's take the side streets. There are too many people on this road-we can't

the people passing by on the sidewalks

shot into a deserted alleyway. She floored the accelerator, the

Citrine to veer off so suddenly. Faces set in

kept her foot

the car as

But no matter how

went, she couldn't outrét

sharp crack rang out the window

bullet would have found

on

suicide. Sebastian wiped a trickle of blood from

ease up on

was relentless, bullets pinging

driving, weaving through the narrow