The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 180

Sawyer just couldn't wrap his head around it.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Carlotta spoke up. "Mr. Iverson, how about this? Ten million to buy out Iverson Enterprises. What do you say?"

Sawyer froze at her words. Instead of answering, he countered with a question. "Can I ask why you're doing this to me? I've never crossed your company, CICI Holdings."

Carlotta chuckled. "Mr. Iverson, do you really need a reason? In business, it's survival of the fittest. The strong make the rules, and you simply weren't strong enough."

She paused for a moment, then added, "I'll give you three days to think it over."

With that, Carlotta hung up without waiting for a reply.

Sawyer's knuckles turned white as he gripped his phone.

Iverson Enterprises was the work of his life. There was no way he could just stand by and watch it get sold off.

Later that afternoon, Sawyer took Norton with him to Citrine's school.

They arrived early and waited outside the gates of Primus Academy.

Citrine had barely stepped out before the two of them stopped her.

"You two again?" Citrine raised an eyebrow, but there was no real surprise in her eyes.

"We need to talk," Sawyer said in a calm, measured tone.

"Alright," Citrine agreed easily. She was in a good mood today and didn't mind humoring them.

They found a nearby café.

No sooner had they sat down than Sawyer slid a contract across the table toward Citrine.

"Sawyer, has anyone ever told you—how much you and your daughter resemble each other?" Citrine's tone was icy. "Last time, Jeanette came to me with a similar contract and the same conditions."

Like father, like daughter. The apple really didn't fall far from the tree.

Without another word, Citrine picked up the contract and tore it to shreds right in front of them.

"If you want me to convince Raymond, keep dreaming. Honestly, I'd love to see Raymond put even more pressure on your precious family. The fact that you thought I'd help you? That's just pathetic."

"Citrine, how can you be so heartless? The Iversons are about to lose everything, and you're just going to watch? How can you be so cruel?" Norton, usually composed and reserved, couldn't keep his temper in check.

Citrine didn't even flinch. She met Norton's gaze, eyes full of cold amusement. "I'm heartless? Norton, the real heartless ones are you and Clifford. Did you forget what it was like fighting stray dogs for scraps in the orphanage? Who pulled you out of that gutter and brought you into the Iverson family? Don't you dare forget."

"If it wasn't for me, you'd still be a nobody on the street."