The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 533

At that moment, Quentin’s other hand tightened around the wine bottle. With a sudden squeeze, glass shattered in his palm, shards mixed with red wine spilling all over the floor.

His friends jumped back, startled.

“Quentin, what’s gotten into you?”

“Who dares mess with Quentin? They must have a death wish.”

“Just say the word, Quentin. We’ll take care of whoever’s bothering you!”

Quentin shot them a cold glance, his tone icy. “I don’t need you. I’ll handle it myself.”

With that, he pulled out his phone and shot off a message to Kali:

“Don’t worry, Kali. I’ll make sure Citrine Carmichael pays for what she’s done. I promise you’ll get your revenge.”

On the other side of town, Kali read his message and finally felt a weight lift from her chest.

No one had a hotter temper than Quentin. With him involved—and with that video circulating—tonight was bound to get interesting.

Just thinking about it made her too excited to sleep.

Meanwhile, at the Watkins family’s gala—

After a tense confrontation with the Saunders siblings, Citrine slipped away to find some fresh air.

Back in the ballroom, guests clustered in small groups, faces lit by their phone screens, expressions ranging from shocked to gleeful.

As the video finished playing, a low buzz of gossip swept the room.

“Who’d have guessed President Carmichael was that kind of person?”

“She’s got such an innocent face, those cold eyes—who would have thought she was such a wild one in private?”

“How old was she in that video, maybe twelve? Seducing her own teacher at that age—disgusting.”

“With a scandal like this, just watch—CICI Group’s stock is about to tank.”