The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 424

He mulled it over for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. “I remember now—it’s Citrine Carmichael.”

At the same time, Monica’s head snapped up, her gaze locking onto Mr. Lynn with a sense of urgency. “Are you sure?”

Mr. Lynn thumped his chest in reassurance. “Absolutely sure.”

Monica pressed on. “What else do you know? Tell me everything.”

Without a hint of hesitation, Mr. Lynn betrayed his own father, selling him out in a heartbeat.

Seeing Monica’s interest, he continued eagerly, “My dad said Talbot has tried to take down Ms. Carmichael more than once, but she’s got the luck of the devil. Every time, she’s managed to slip away unharmed.”

He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “My dad also said the Glenwood family won’t let her go. Sooner or later, she’ll end up as Kali’s personal blood bank.”

Monica’s face drained of color, anger flickering in her eyes.

The thought that her sister was in danger made it impossible for Monica to stay calm.

She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the club.

Over the years, the Glenwoods had done plenty of business with the Saunders family, and their influence was nothing to scoff at. Monica knew she had to let her aunt know what was happening—only her aunt might have the power to do something.

Wasting no time, Monica drove straight to the company.

Inside C. Corp, Hilda was just about to meet with some international clients in the conference room when Monica burst in.

Hilda shot her a cold look, her voice icy. “What is it now? Can’t you act with a little decorum?”

Monica, too anxious to care about her usual fear of her aunt, looked Hilda straight in the eye. “Aunt Hilda, I have something urgent to tell you.”

Hilda’s gaze grew even frostier. She set down her pen and leveled Monica with a steely glare. “Get out. I have important clients waiting.”

The force of Hilda’s authority made Monica tremble, but she refused to back down.

Monica’s desperation grew. “She is. She’s your daughter.”

Monica understood her aunt’s harshness. After years of failed searches and disappointment, Hilda had long since broken down. It was no wonder she didn’t believe her; Monica couldn’t even blame her.

Hilda glanced at her watch, irritation flashing in her eyes. “Shut up, you idiot. Do you have any idea how important this meeting is? If you mess this up, can you fix it?”

Monica’s voice broke with urgency. “Aunt Hilda, no business deal is worth more than your own daughter. Please—I’m begging you to save Citrine.”

She added, her tone steely, “If you don’t, I promise you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Hilda was about to lash out again, but at that name, she froze. “What…what did you just say?”

“Citrine? Her name is Citrine?” Hilda’s voice trembled with sudden emotion.

Monica’s eyes brightened with hope. “Yes. Her name is Citrine Carmichael.”