The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 800

Chapter 800

Despite Citrine and Sebastian Vesper's sharpshooting-having taken down quite a few of their enemies the opposition's sheer numbers tipped the balance in their favor.

Dodging bullets and firing back, Citrine and Sebastian were too busy to notice the black barrel protruding from the window of a nearby dark sedan.

The gun leveled at Citrine.

A bullet tore through the air in an instant.

"Get down!" Sebastian's voice was raw with panic as he glanced up, eyes wild.

He didn't hesitate. In a split second, he lunged in front of Citrine.

The bullet punched through his shoulder.

"Sebastian!" Citrine's face drained of color.

Watching him collapse before her, rage surged in Citrine's chest, white-hot and blinding.

Without a second thought, she raised her pistol, aiming straight at the man in the

car.

A shot rang out, and blood sprayed across the car's interior.

"Boss!" someone in the crowd screamed. The mob spun around, racing toward the black vehicle.

their leader dead, panic swept through the remaining

firing at the disoriented group. Her shots rang out in quick succession, and bodies fell one after another. But she took a

left the chamber, a sinking dread

chaos-this time aimed at

to see Sherman sprinting toward her, worry

"Citrine!"

He spun around, shouting to the people behind

open his kit

fixed on the man sprawled on the ground. Her voice brooked no argument. "Help him first. He's been shot in the shoulder and has lost

knew better than to argue with her, quickly moving to

as serious, so she patched herself up

were seen to that Vester finally arrived, well after

barely spared him a glance, her face

late," Vester said, guilt etched

his remorse, Citrine softened, offering some reassurance. "Don't blame yourself. You did everything you could—and we're still alive,

expression darkened, but

“Darius Archer was willing to go to deadly lengths to get rid of me, an outsider. You need to be careful at

eased some of the weight

"Don't worry. That old bastard Darius Archer won't be a problem much longer. I've already arranged for

transfusion, Citrine didn't linger. She asked

to worry him, Citrine

Back home.

family sat in the living room, a heavy

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