The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 360

Citrine’s face hardened, her expression growing stormy.

One of the crew members frowned in concern, staring at the monitor for a long moment before recognition finally dawned. She grew visibly agitated. “Obsidian, that woman—she’s one of our actresses. She plays the fourth female lead. Her name’s Alicia.”

Citrine’s eyes darkened. “Alicia?”

The crew member nodded quickly. “Yes, that’s her.”

She hurriedly pulled up a photo on her phone and handed it to Citrine. “Here, this is the girl I’m talking about.”

Citrine needed only a glance to confirm it—Alicia was her old classmate from high school.

She turned to the crew member. “Can you watch Amy for me? I need to go see the production team.”

The crew member didn’t know what Citrine was planning, but nodded without hesitation. “Of course, Obsidian. I’ll take care of her.”

Leaving the hospital, Citrine drove straight to the upscale hotel where the crew was staying.

Once she found out Alicia’s room number, she went directly to the door and rang the bell.

Inside, Alicia was stretched out on the bed, enjoying her beauty routine. She was surprised by the bell, but assuming it was just room service, she thought nothing of it and went to answer the door.

She had barely turned the handle when a sharp slap landed across her cheek, knocking her face mask to the floor. Dazed, she barely registered what had happened.

“Are you insane?” Alicia snapped, clutching her stinging cheek, ready to lash out—until she saw who was standing there. She froze, her anger fizzling into shock.

“Citrine? What are you doing here?” Alicia’s voice was suddenly tentative.

Citrine’s reply was cold and sharp. “She’s more than worthy. You’re the one who’s not.”

“Alicia, we stopped being friends a long time ago.” Disgust dripped from Citrine’s words.

She almost laughed at the absurdity. “And weren’t you the one who walked away from our friendship first?”

Alicia’s face went pale, her eyes desperate, unhinged. “But I regret it. I have nothing left, Citrine. I can’t lose you, too. You’re all I have.”

Citrine looked at her with nothing but disdain. “Amelia is my friend now. And let me warn you—if anything happens to her, I won’t let it go.”

Her voice was cold as ice. “And just so you know, I’ve already called the police.”