The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 535

When Citrine nodded, everyone turned to look at her, a flicker of disdain in their eyes.

Even Wade froze, momentarily distracted—just long enough for Quentin to land a solid punch on his jaw.

Quentin sneered with satisfaction. “See? I told you it was true. She’s always been this kind of person.”

Monica shot Quentin a murderous glare. Her voice was ice-cold. “Shut up.”

Then she turned to Citrine, her expression earnest and searching. “Citrine, there must be some mistake, right?”

Citrine didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and, without rushing, opened a video file.

Her face was calm and unreadable, as if what was about to play had nothing to do with her at all.

She tapped play.

The screen showed Citrine as a young teenager, her face in full view, while the man beside her at the piano had his blurred out. Both voices were distorted, cartoonish and unrecognizable.

In the video, the man sat at the piano while young Citrine stood in front of him, looking up with a bright, innocent smile. “Here, sir, have some water.”

“Thank you, Citrine,” the man replied.

Young Citrine sat down next to him, reached out, and began to stroke his arm back and forth. After a long moment, she looked up, her face guileless. “Do you like that, sir?”

The man said nothing.

She shifted her hand to his thigh, still smiling sweetly. “Is this better, sir?”

The video cut out.

He choked down the cake, crumbs and cream smeared across his face.

Citrine finally let go, her lips curling in a cold sneer. “Doesn’t look like you’re having any trouble eating.”

The man was humiliated, fuming as he wiped his face. He jabbed a finger at Citrine and shouted, “Just because you’re the CEO of CICI Group doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want! You’re about to go down in flames. Don’t get cocky.”

Citrine regarded him coolly, her face unreadable as she tried to recall his name. After a moment, recognition dawned.

Her eyes brightened and she deliberately raised her voice. “Oh, I should have known! Justin Dixon—a household name in Crestwood. Seven years ago, you married the only daughter of the Franklin family, and thanks to her, you wormed your way into The Franklin Group. With her family’s support, you went from nobody to industry star. But the moment you made it, you kicked every Franklin out of the company, replaced them with your own family, and even renamed it The Dixon Group. Justin, you’re the very definition of betrayal.”

She went on, voice ringing with disdain. “And poor Ms. Franklin—pregnant and forced by you to have an abortion. As if that wasn’t enough, the day after the procedure, you dragged her to sign divorce papers, made sure she walked away with nothing, all so you could make room for your mistress.”

“Really fits the saying, doesn’t it? ‘My loving wife helped me reach the top, but once I had power, I cast her aside for someone new.’”