The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 103

Raymond couldn't help but find it amusing—Weston, usually so smooth-tongued, was left speechless for once. He also had to admit, Citrine was one gutsy kid.

But the amusement faded quickly when he remembered that Citrine still refused to call him "Dad." A pang of disappointment welled up inside him.

Just then, someone called out to Citrine from behind.

"Citrine!" The man's voice sounded urgent.

As she turned, Citrine saw Sawyer approaching, Jeanette trailing behind him. Her brows knitted in irritation.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, taking a few steps back as if afraid he might contaminate her with whatever filth he carried.

Sawyer's expression soured, but after what he'd just witnessed, he couldn't help himself. "Citrine, what's your relationship with the representative from CICI Group? You seemed pretty friendly with her just now, like you two were old friends."

He looked at her, hope flickering in his eyes.

"None of your damn business." Citrine's voice was ice-cold, her patience gone.

Sawyer stared at her, stunned. "How can you talk to me like that?"

She met his gaze, unflinching. "I've cut all ties with the Iversons. Why should I keep pretending to look up to you?" The memory of how deferential she'd once been made her feel sick.

Sawyer's tone turned low, tinged with irritation. "Citrine, enough with the tantrum. That's all in the past—do you really have to keep dragging it out?"

"Bastard."

Raymond stepped forward, yanking Citrine behind him. Without hesitation, he landed a punch square on Sawyer's jaw. "If you've lost your mind, Sawyer, go get yourself checked into a hospital. Don't come here and act crazy."

The Iverson Group was tanking, and Sawyer hadn't had a decent night's sleep in weeks. With everything going wrong—including Citrine's hostility—something inside him finally snapped.