The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 810

Phipps didn't give it a second thought. Citrine was a businesswoman, and business was all about profit; as long as the price was right, she'd agree to anything.

But he was proven wrong almost immediately.

Citrine didn't respond. She met Phipps' gaze head-on. “Mr. Jeff, I've heard about the unusual relationship you have with Sebastian. You may be his butler, but you're also one of the few people he actually trusts. Is it true? Do you really want to destroy his second personality?"

Phipps's pupils contracted slightly, a flicker of hesitation passing through his eyes. But he steeled himself almost instantly.

His voice was firm, conviction already settled in his heart. "I've watched Seb grow up since he was a child. I have to do this-for his sake."

"Ms. Carmichael, name your terms."

Citrine's eyes were unreadable; Phipps couldn't tell what she was thinking.

He waited in silence, the seconds stretching out, until at last she spoke.

"Mr. Jeff, do you really think Sebastian's true self is happy?"

In the past, Sebastian had been almost irrelevant to her. But after all the time they'd spent together, a bond of trust had formed between them. She couldn't bring herself to do anything that might hurt him.

And now, she realized, she had her own reasons-a selfish impulse she couldn't ignore.

Why did it have to be the second personality that needed to die? Why not the original?

were up to her,

considered it seriously. The truth was, Sebastian hadn't been happy for years. He'd grown

Citrine's words, he suddenly realized there was a hidden meaning behind them. He looked

you getting

far as I know, his primary personality may be successful, but he's violent, disturbed, cold,

stared at Citrine, momentarily at a loss for words. She was right— Sebastian

the air, icy and clear. "If that's the case, wouldn't it

expression

resistance. Apparently, he wasn't

to be mentally healthy?

Phipps didn't hesitate. "No."

"That's

whatever your price, I'm willing to pay

Seeing he wouldn't budge, Citrine didn't waste any more time. Her

for keeping this from Sebastian like I promised, I can't do that either. The money you mentioned—I'll have my assistant wire it to you by

frown deepened. Nothing was going the

only had she refused to operate on Sebastian, she was backing

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imagine what might happen if Sebastian's

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try to destroy one