The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 487

Inside the lounge.

Danny Fuller gazed coldly at Carney, a hard glint flickering in his eyes.

“You know how things are, Carney. The Fuller Group’s business has been slipping lately. If we can’t win over President Carmichael…”

He paused, his voice suddenly turning sharp and menacing. “I’ll have no choice but to send someone to break your parents’ legs.”

Carney froze, his face draining of color.

No sooner had Danny uttered the threat than he put on his usual mask of fake benevolence, flashing a thin smile at Carney. “You’ve got a good-looking face, Carney. You should learn how to use it.”

“You know what I mean, right?” He gave Carney’s shoulder two patronizing pats.

“But President Carmichael turned me down today.” Carney’s hands curled into fists, his voice trembling.

Danny snorted, his tone smug and certain. “You’re shy, that’s all. With so many people around, anyone would feel embarrassed.”

She’s just an eighteen-year-old girl, he thought with contempt. No matter how tough she acts, she can’t resist a little temptation. He doubted her personal life was as squeaky clean as she pretended.

Hell, for all he knew, she’d been with more men than he’d ever kept women.

And with a face like Carney’s? He didn’t believe for a second Carney would shrug off an opportunity like this.

Danny’s voice grew sly. “In a couple of days, President Carmichael has a business trip. I’ll get you into her suite, Carney. That’s your chance—make her happy.”

As he spoke, an oily, lascivious grin spread across his face.

Carney’s stomach churned in disgust, but the thought of his family’s crushing debt—and his parents, held hostage by loan sharks—left him no room to argue.

He forced out, “Understood.”

Ever since the bankruptcy, his parents had changed. His father spent his days chasing reckless investments, while his mother gambled away everything they had. They were bottomless pits, and this time, they’d borrowed from people tied to the Fuller Group itself. If he didn’t pay back the loan, Danny Fuller would never let his parents go.

Carney got up from the bed and walked directly toward her. “President Carmichael, I’m here to discuss the robotics project. Last time, Mr. Fuller upset you, and I wanted to apologize in person.”

Citrine waved him off, her tone cool. “No need for apologies. I have no intention of working with the Fuller Group.”

She opened the door pointedly. “Alright. You can go now.”

But Carney stood his ground, staring at her with unwavering eyes. Then, without warning, he slipped off his bathrobe, standing naked before her.

“What are you doing?” Citrine’s voice was sharp, her brow furrowing.

Carney turned slowly in place, utterly bare. “President Carmichael, look at me—broad shoulders, narrow waist, not a bad body. If you’re willing, let me stay tonight. I’ll do whatever you want.”

Citrine regarded him for a long moment, then suddenly smiled.

She stepped closer, reached out, and ran her hand across his toned abs. “Not bad at all.”