The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 799

Time seemed to freeze, and all Citrine could hear was the wild pounding of her own heart.

She had never felt anything like this before.

For a split second, she lost herself. Snapping back to reality, Citrine's expression changed drastically. She swung the steering wheel, veering toward the oil fields.

There was no road ahead-just a sheer cliff, beyond which stretched a vast, endless sea.

Citrine let out a long breath. "Sebastian, looks like you're stuck with me now, whether you like it or not."

Sebastian gave a wry smile. "I wouldn't have it any other way." And he meant every word.

No sooner had he finished speaking than his expression turned steely and serious. "We need to bail. Now."

Citrine understood instantly. She glanced at him. “On my count. Three, two, one— we jump together."

"Three... two..."

At the final count, both swung open their doors and leapt out.

After years with the Vermillion Vanguard, a jump from this height was nothing for Citrine.

She hit the ground, rolled, and was on her feet in seconds, scanning for Sebastian.

He'd landed safely too, already standing up and dusting himself off. Citrine hurried over. "Are you alright?"

Sebastian flashed a quick grin. "I work out. I can handle it." But as he spoke, his eyes kept darting over her, only relaxing once he was sure she was unhurt.

Behind them, the roar of engines grew louder, peppered with angry shouts.

Citrine's face tightened. "We need to hide. Now."

and silent, vanishing into

to

left were plain as day, leading

and Sebastian poked

they realize the car's empty, they'll double back for sure," Citrine said. "We have to

for hesitation. They sprinted deeper into the

Citrine shot a quick message with their location

to catch their

find us eventually," Citrine murmured, her voice low and tense. "There's

didn't look at Sebastian, but it was clear the words were meant

your breath. You'll need it to keep running." His voice was cool and

drop,

Citrine's abandoned car and discovered it empty. The

"Damn it!"

a car. Get out and search-every

and mobility, it didn't take them long to spot signs

The hunt was on.

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path, each gripping a sturdy branch, hearts stead eyes fixed ahead.

barely breathing, as six or seven men

each other: "They're

counted in her

Three... two... one.

flash, the pursuers toppled, caught

snatching up the

they fired-quick, precise, without

ambushers never

no time, collecting all usable guns and ammo from

men.

eyes narrowed. "Reinforcements are almost here. We