The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 467

When Monica appeared at the door, Hilda’s expression soured. Her tone was clipped, impatient. “If you have something to say, spit it out and go.”

Monica offered a bright, ingratiating smile and nodded toward the stairs. “Auntie, Citrine’s upstairs, isn’t she?”

She hesitated, then ventured, “Do you think… maybe I could move in with you?” With her aunt living so close to Citrine, Monica was desperate for a chance to get closer to her little sister. Growing up as the only girl in the family, she’d always dreamed of having a sister; now, just imagining Citrine calling her ‘big sis’ made her heart swell with happiness.

So that’s her game, Hilda thought, letting out a cold snort. “Don’t even think about it,” she shot back without hesitation.

Her own daughter still hadn’t come around to accepting her. Everyone else would have to get in line.

But Monica was persistent. “Auntie, please…”

Hilda’s lips curved in a sly smile. “There’s a project in Kenya. If you’re interested—”

Monica caught on instantly, her face draining of color. She forced a laugh, quickly cutting Hilda off. “Auntie, I was just kidding! Really, I’ll get going now. Right now.”

That was close—she’d nearly been shipped off to Africa.

Hilda just smiled faintly. “Go on, then.”

Seeing her aunt wasn’t going to pursue the matter, Monica wasted no time making her exit, relief washing over her as she hurried away.

A few days later, Monica heard from a friend about what had happened at the Opulence Ball in Crestwood’s high society. Citrine had not only revealed her true identity, but also announced several new business partnerships—none of which included C. Corp.

So, determined, Monica showed up at CICI Group as a representative of C. Corp. Officially, it was to discuss a potential partnership in pharmaceutical cosmetics, but in reality, she was just hoping to see her sister.

If her aunt wouldn’t help her, she’d have to create her own opportunities.

As luck would have it, Citrine was at the office that day. When Carlotta informed her that someone from C. Corp had arrived, Citrine only hesitated for a moment before instructing her to let them in.

She called Carlotta, asking her to print a copy of the contract and bring it over.

After hanging up, Monica leaned forward. “Citrine, I heard you’re starting up something called Blood Rain.”

Citrine nodded, unsurprised that Monica was in the loop.

From the moment she’d stepped into the spotlight and revealed her identity, Citrine had never planned to keep Blood Rain a secret. In fact, she wanted all of Crestwood to know about it.

“That’s incredible,” Monica said, eyes shining with admiration.

No wonder she was her little sister—smart, ambitious, daring enough to chase her dreams.

Monica knew just how hard it was to pull together a business alliance; in all of Crestwood, only the chair of Stellaris Group had ever managed it before.