The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 351

On the other side of town, Kali nearly lost it when she saw Citrine’s latest message pop up on her phone.

She was still trying to come up with the perfect insult for that conniving witch when another message arrived.

Citrine Carmichael: He said I’m prettier than you.

Kali’s rage spiked. She muttered under her breath, “That little tramp.”

She furiously typed back: Don’t get cocky. Hastings is just bored and toying with you.

No sooner had she hit send than her phone chimed again.

Citrine: He said I’m prettier than you.

Kali was about ready to throw her phone across the room. “Shut up! You really think you’re good enough for Hastings?”

Citrine: I could run circles around him and still be out of his league. Besides, he said I’m prettier than you.

Slippery little vixen, Kali thought, fuming. All she’s got is that sly, seductive face—what’s she so proud of?

Her patience finally snapped. Kali hurled her phone onto the couch, seething.

Meanwhile, Citrine was lounging comfortably, snacking on fresh fruit and watching her favorite show, completely unbothered by Kali’s messages.

A while later, her phone buzzed again.

Hastings: Are you asleep?

Hastings: When can I see you again?

Citrine glanced at the screen, barely interested, and switched off her phone before popping another piece of fruit into her mouth.

On the other end, Hastings sat staring at his phone, waiting for a reply that never came. An hour passed. Still nothing.

He fired off a few more messages.

Hastings: What are you doing? Why aren’t you answering me?

Hastings: Answer me. Right now.

No response. It was like sending messages into a void.

Finally, unable to stand it any longer, Hastings tried to video call her.

She declined the call within seconds.

The club was huge and expensive, which meant the commissions were generous.

By the end of the month, Norton had earned over ten thousand dollars just from commissions alone.

The owner was impressed and started considering him for a manager position.

Norton was thrilled when he found out. But the day before he was due to start, the owner suddenly called him into the office.

Norton had no idea what was going on. He smiled at his boss and asked, “Is something wrong, sir?”

The owner shook his head regretfully. “I’m sorry, Norton. It’s not that I don’t want to promote you, but you’ve upset someone you really shouldn’t have. There’s nothing I can do.”

“I can’t keep you on. Please pack your things and leave today.”

Norton’s smile faded. He looked at the owner, confused. “Why? Did someone threaten you?”

The Iversons had never made enemies in Crestwood. He couldn’t imagine who would want to get rid of him.

The owner sighed heavily. “Norton, don’t ask. Whoever it is—you wouldn’t want to cross them.”

Sawyer pressed his lips together, but stood his ground. “Please, just tell me, sir. If I have to leave, I want to know why.”