The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 502

Talbot Glenwood frowned. “Jeanette, is that true? Just like she said?”

Jeanette shook her head quickly. “No, Uncle. Absolutely not.”

She turned to Citrine, her voice sharp with indignation. “These Vitaflux capsules all look the same! How can you claim the one I have is the exact one you gave away? That’s a baseless accusation.”

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room; several people nodded, seeing her point.

A man in a crisp suit stepped forward. “She’s right, President Carmichael. Ms. Iverson has a point—every Vitaflux out there looks identical. Even if you did give one away, there’s no way to say for sure this is the same one.”

Citrine met his gaze and offered a calm, confident smile. “Ms. Iverson keeps insisting this Vitaflux was a gift from a friend, but she hasn’t provided a single scrap of evidence. I, on the other hand, do have proof that this one belongs to me.”

As she finished, Citrine handed the Vitaflux case directly to the skeptical man.

Confused but obliging, he accepted it.

Citrine addressed him politely. “Would you be willing to serve as a witness today, sir?”

Then, raising her voice so everyone could hear, she declared, “There are four digits engraved on the underside of this Vitaflux: 0156.”

At once, the man opened the box and carefully lifted the capsule. Sure enough, the numbers 0156 were etched exactly as Citrine described.

He looked up, astonished, and announced to the crowd, “President Carmichael is right. There are four numbers engraved here—0156.”

He turned to Jeanette, his expression hardening with disappointment. “Ms. Iverson, I can’t believe I just defended you. I didn’t expect you’d stoop this low.”

She pulled out her phone from her purse.

“Pay close attention, everyone.”

She turned the screen to the crowd and opened the official website for the world’s top medical research authority, logging into the private portal reserved for senior researchers.

Before their eyes, she verified her identity with a facial scan, then pulled up the Vitaflux research report from her personal files.

Everyone crowded closer, eyes widening as they read the document. It clearly listed Citrine as the lead researcher, complete with her photo.

She tapped another tab, bringing up a detailed inventory log. “This capsule is the 156th I’ve personally distributed. I engraved the number myself before it left my lab—the system records confirm it. It’s all here: the capsule, the serial number, and the proof it was a gift from me.”