The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 523

The moment Scales spoke, all eyes immediately shifted to Kali standing behind him, their faces twisted with the anger of betrayal.

“So President Carmichael was telling the truth after all!”

“Now that Scales himself has admitted it, that means the NecroBlitz Tablets weren’t even developed by Ms. Glenwood—she just stole them from her family.”

“Unbelievable. Ms. Glenwood has some nerve, lying about something like this. Absolutely two-faced.”

“She didn’t even bother to check if the pills were safe before putting them up for auction. Stupid and downright malicious.”

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Kali’s face went pale, and she kept her head bowed, unable to meet anyone’s gaze. Her voice trembled as she spoke, “I’m sorry. I lied... but I really didn’t know the NecroBlitz Tablets were only a prototype.”

She could practically feel the contempt in everyone’s eyes, even though she didn’t dare look up.

The anger in the room only seemed to grow as people glared at Kali.

“There’s no point in listening to anything else you have to say, Ms. Glenwood. You’re vain and a compulsive liar. You had us bidding on an unfinished drug, with no regard for anyone’s safety or life. That’s just reprehensible.”

“Who’d ever trust a word from you again?”

“Shameless. And to think we actually believed your NecroBlitz Tablets were the real deal.”

“Looks like President Carmichael was right to slap you earlier. If anything, she went too easy on you.”

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All the while, Scales stood by, watching coldly as Kali was bombarded with accusations. When it seemed everyone had vented their anger, he finally spoke up, his tone deliberately calm in an effort to ease the tension.

His eyes narrowed, gaze sharp as he fixed them on Citrine. “President Carmichael, I’ve already said it was my foolish granddaughter’s blunder. Must you really be so relentless?”

Citrine glanced over her shoulder at Sebastian, then smiled sweetly. “You should be saying that to President Vesper, not me. He’s the real victim here.”

She turned to both men, her voice pointed. “Just a reminder: once an item’s been sold at auction, it can’t be resold. If there’s any dispute, the only way out is double compensation. There’s no taking it back otherwise.”

She looked deliberately at Sebastian. “Isn’t that right, President Vesper?”

Sebastian, the so-called unlucky winner, raised his head slightly, shooting Citrine a deep, unreadable look before turning to Scales. His voice was cool and detached. “The auction house has its own rules. Your granddaughter made her mistake, now she has to live with the consequences.”

“So President Vesper won’t do me this little favor?” Scales asked, sizing up the unfamiliar face before him with a flicker of contempt, clearly underestimating Sebastian’s influence.

His tone turned sour. “Double compensation isn’t an option. The Glenwood family simply doesn’t have that kind of money.”