The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 489

“What’s the Rackham Group supposed to be, anyway?”

Citrine didn’t even bother to spare Jarvis a proper glance. She let out a cold, dismissive laugh. “You? Seriously? Not even close.”

It was the first time a woman had ever put Jarvis in his place like that, and his face flushed a deep, angry red.

He jabbed a finger at Citrine, his voice rising with indignation. “You really don’t know what’s good for you, do you? You should feel honored that I’ve taken an interest in you.”

Citrine finally looked up at him, clicking her tongue in mock pity.

She sized him up from head to toe before speaking. “Dark circles under your eyes, complexion sallow, you look exhausted. Let me give you some advice: try cleaning up your act for the sake of your health. If you keep living this recklessly, you’ll wind up with nothing—and no one to carry on your name.”

Jarvis’s eyes went wide, mortified and furious. “What the hell are you saying? Who are you calling weak?”

Citrine glanced over at the other two men, then shrugged. “Well, unless anyone else here is sweating bullets and looking like death warmed over, I think it’s obvious who I mean.”

Jarvis wiped his forehead—sure enough, he was sweating—and his expression grew even darker. He glared at Citrine, voice low and threatening. “You bitch. Spouting nonsense. You really want to test me? I could end you.”

The look on Citrine’s face turned icy. Suddenly, without warning, she slapped Jarvis hard across the face.

She didn’t hold back—her palm stung from the blow. Rubbing her hand, Citrine said evenly, “Go ahead. Try me.”

Jarvis stared at her in disbelief. “Did you just hit me?”

He raised his hand and started toward her. “I’ll make you pay for that.”

Carney’s expression changed; he moved to step in, but before he could, one of Jarvis’s lackeys rushed forward and grabbed Jarvis by the arm. He leaned in and whispered urgently, “Mr. Rackham, you’re messing with the wrong person. That’s President Carmichael—the CEO of CICI Group.”

Jarvis’s face drained of color.