The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 709

With a smug smile, Jeanette said, “If you get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness right now, maybe I’ll even put in a good word for you with Mr. Gorman.”

Citrine didn’t react, but Carlotta, who had been sitting quietly on the couch, shot to her feet, livid.

She jabbed a finger at Jeanette and snapped, “Who do you think you are? You’re nothing but Mr. Gorman’s little plaything, acting like you actually matter around here.”

Jeanette scoffed. “And you’re just Citrine’s lapdog, barking at anyone who comes close.”

She didn’t get to finish. A sharp slap landed squarely across her face.

No one had noticed Citrine stand up, but there she was, calmly flexing her hand as she spoke in a low, unhurried voice. “Open that mouth again, and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Jeanette clapped a hand to her stinging cheek, her expression stunned and disbelieving.

She shrieked at Citrine, “How dare you hit me! I belong to Mr. Gorman now—he’ll make you pay for this!”

She was furious.

It might have been different before, but now she was under Mr. Gorman’s protection. She’d heard all about his reputation—he was the founder of the G Group overseas, with more companies than she could count and more money than he could ever spend.

Citrine arched an eyebrow, her voice icy. “Then go ahead and call him. I’d love to see what he plans to do to me.”

Any man who’d take a woman like that under his wing couldn’t be much himself, she thought, and her opinion of Mr. Gorman plummeted on the spot.

She turned to Carlotta. “Let’s go.”

The two of them left the Gorman estate without looking back.

Once they were outside, Carlotta hesitated before asking, “Madam, we’re really leaving? When are we coming back?”

Citrine glanced over her shoulder at her. “We’re not.”

“What?” Carlotta was caught off guard.

Heads lowered, the staff recounted the events of the afternoon—just as Jeanette had instructed.

Gorman’s face darkened with every word.

Someone had dared to treat Jeanette like this, and right in his own home.

He gently tried to comfort her. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get justice for this.”

The next day, Gorman personally paid a visit to CICI Group.

When Citrine heard he’d arrived, she barely reacted. She simply sent someone to show him to the guest lounge.

It was some time before she appeared, wearing a surgical mask.

Gorman had been sipping his tea, waiting patiently, until the masked young woman walked into the room.