The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 552

“Mr. Glenwood, the allegations online are confirmed—do you feel any remorse?”

“Mr. Glenwood, after ruining so many girls’ lives, do you think you’ll end up in hell when you die?”

“Do you have anything to say to your victims?”

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Dick pressed a trembling hand to his face, his expression darkening with every question. Through clenched teeth, he spat, “You pack of filthy vultures, get out of my way! Or do you want me to call the police?”

His outburst only seemed to embolden the reporters, their faces turning cold.

One sneered, “You think you have the right to call the cops? Mr. Glenwood, after all you’ve done, I’d say you’re the one they’d be hauling away.”

“Disgraceful scumbag. If it weren’t for my job, I wouldn’t waste my breath interviewing trash like you who’s halfway to prison.”

“Look at those dark circles—years of evil have eaten you hollow.”

“Dick, huh. Fitting name.”

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“What the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?” Dick’s temper flared as he shouted back.

He wasn’t used to this. As the Glenwood family’s adopted son, he’d always been Scales’s favorite. No one had ever dared speak to him this way. This was the first time Dick had been openly insulted, right to his face, by a crowd of relentless tabloid reporters.

“Oh, sure, we’re just a bunch of bottom-feeding hacks, working stiffs—not worth much. But compared to you, we’re proud of what we do. At least we’re not monsters.”

“Still acting like you’re a Glenwood? Don’t kid yourself. Scales kicked you out of the family a while ago.”

“And after this scandal, you really think the Glenwoods will bail you out?”

As the shouting match escalated, the wail of sirens cut through the air. All eyes turned as several police cruisers pulled up nearby. Officers stepped out and strode straight toward Dick.

Aline didn’t answer at first. She pulled off her mask and fixed Jeanette with a serious look. “Honey, Dick’s not getting out. We need to leave the country.”

With that, she unzipped the bag and opened it on the floor.

It was packed with cash.

Jeanette gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Mom, where did you get all that?”

Aline let out a cold laugh. “Dick’s an idiot. I secretly sold off a couple of his properties and pawned some of my jewelry. This is enough for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives.”

“We can start over somewhere new, just the two of us. That’s all that matters.”

Jeanette said nothing, but her eyes flickered with doubt, a shadow passing over her face.

They were both just people, weren’t they? Citrine Carmichael was thriving in Crestwood, and yet she—Jeanette—was sneaking out of the country in disgrace. Why should it be this way?