The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 51

Backstage at the banquet.

The hotel manager glared furiously at Sebastian Vesper. "You've really got some nerve, you know that? You'd even dare cross the prince of the city's elite?"

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused me?"

Sebastian kept his head low, blood trickling steadily from his wounds, but he acted as if he didn't feel a thing. Bent at the waist, he apologized over and over. "I'm sorry, sir. I really am."

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I promise it won't happen again."

He hadn't made a sound when he was nearly beaten to death, but right now, he stood there—head bowed, swallowing his pride.

"Again? You think there'll be a next time?" The manager let out a cold laugh.

"Take your pay and get out." He transferred today's wages with a flick of his phone.

Knowing there was no point in pleading, Sebastian said nothing more.

He changed out of his uniform, limped out the hotel's back door, and disappeared into the night.

By then, darkness had swallowed the last traces of moonlight. Sebastian didn't bother going to the hospital. He took his battered body straight to his cramped apartment.

It was only after collapsing onto his narrow bed that he remembered the girl from tonight.

Her face was breathtaking—so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. Even Sebastian, who prided himself on keeping his cool, had nearly lost his composure the moment he saw her.

Years later, he would still remember that night.

She stood above him, regal as a princess, looking down at him with an air of untouchable grace. In that moment, his own sense of inferiority felt painfully exposed.

Sebastian knew it was her who called the police.

She was the one who saved him.

If it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have walked out of that hotel on his own two feet. They'd have carried him out on a stretcher.