The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 540

But he hadn’t expected things to take such a turn.

Citrine turned out to be the victim all along.

Despite what she’d suffered, she carried herself with remarkable strength, as if nothing could break her.

Every word she spoke caught him off guard.

Without realizing it, Quentin found his gaze toward Citrine subtly shifting. He was completely unaware of the change.

Meanwhile, in a quiet alley on the outskirts of Crestwood—

A mother and her daughter clung to each other, sobbing uncontrollably.

In front of them, a laptop screen was streaming the Watkins family’s dinner party live.

After crying for what felt like ages, the girl finally pulled herself together and looked up at her mother, her voice thick with tears. “Mom, let’s go report Dick right now. I want him to spend the rest of his life behind bars.”

Her mother nodded. “Alright, I’ll get your wheelchair. Wait here.”

Glenwood Studios.

A beautiful woman sat clutching her phone, bawling her eyes out. Suddenly, in the midst of her tears, she started to laugh.

Just then, her agent pushed open the door. At the sound, the woman’s face went pale; she scrambled to shut off the livestream.

The male agent, cigarette dangling from his lips, strode in with no regard for her distress and leaned lazily against her vanity.

“May, there’s a party tonight. Get yourself ready.”

He looked her up and down, then gave a pointed reminder, his tone dripping with implication: “And May—dress to turn some heads, alright? Show off your back, maybe a high slit. You know what I mean?”

May’s face went white as a sheet, her whole body trembling. For a long moment, she couldn’t even react.

“Are you deaf or just ignoring me?” the agent snapped, shoving her head roughly.

“Let’s go.”

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Roughly half an hour had passed since Citrine spoke, and people began to arrive, one after another.

Not just a few—a whole group of about a dozen.

Mamie had given instructions to security in advance: let these people in, no questions asked.

Now, the group approached Citrine together.

The young women, all teary-eyed, looked at her and said, “President Carmichael.”

Citrine offered them a gentle smile. She didn’t ask about what Dick had done to them; instead, she reassured them, “Don’t be afraid. Today, we’re going to see justice served.”

Because of her kindness, the girls felt their trust in Citrine deepen, relief mingling with newfound admiration.