The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 170

"Dad, please, you have to believe me! I'm telling the truth!" Citrine's voice shook, threaded with panic and the edge of tears.

But Sawyer still refused to listen; his tone turned colder, almost menacing. "Citrine, I thought sending you overseas would make you grow up a little, but you're getting more and more out of line."

With that, Sawyer hung up.

Citrine's composure crumbled. She redialed, desperate—only for the line to go dead the moment she called.

Her face drained of color, and her hands trembled.

Just then, the man in the room rose and sauntered over. He plucked the phone from Citrine's grip. "See? You've been abandoned."

He barely finished speaking before grabbing a fistful of her hair and dragging her toward the window.

They were on the top floor—high enough for the entire manor to unfold below them. Right at the center, a row of bloodied bodies hung upside down, their gruesome forms horrifyingly clear from this height. The agony twisted on their faces was unmistakable, even from a distance.

Citrine's breath caught in her throat. Terror flickered in her eyes; she couldn't stop shaking.

She'd always known this place was dangerous, but she'd never imagined they would murder people so brazenly, in plain sight.

The man admired the carnage with a satisfied smile. "Don't even think about escaping. The next body they hang up there—will be yours."

A chill ran through Citrine. She forced herself to nod, swallowing her fear.

The next few days blurred together. She was locked alone in a small, bare room, until finally, several men—led by the island's owner—came to fetch her. They brought her to a clinical, sterile room that reeked of antiseptic.

The owner glanced at Citrine, his gaze indifferent, then addressed the man in the white coat. "The buyer's in a hurry. Get started."