The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 522

It’s over. This time, it’s really over.

At that moment, Sebastian descended slowly from the second floor, his footsteps measured and his gaze heavy as he glanced at Citrine. Then he shot Kali a look of utter disdain, his voice laced with threat. “If you can’t produce the formula, you’ll owe me sixteen billion dollars.”

Kali’s heart plummeted.

She let out a cold scoff, still refusing to come clean. “It’s been so long, I can’t remember the formula anymore. But my family does. Give me a minute, I’ll call home and ask for it.”

She leaned over and whispered urgently to Theo, “Please, help me. Call Grandpa and ask—he’ll know the formula for the NecroBlitz Tablets. I can’t possibly pay back eighteen billion.”

Theo gave a reluctant nod. Kali had always been the sensible, clever little sister—he’d never seen her so desperate, so stubborn. But she was his sister, the one he’d grown up with. He couldn’t just stand by.

The two slipped out of the auction hall. Once outside, Theo pulled out his phone and dialed Scales.

As soon as the call connected, Theo got straight to the point. “Grandpa, I need the formula for the NecroBlitz Tablets. Tell me.”

Scales jolted upright in bed, disbelief written across his face. “What did you just say?”

Theo repeated, “I need the formula for the NecroBlitz Tablets. Right now.”

Realization dawned on Scales. He jumped out of bed and hurried to his safe, flinging it open without hesitation. He rummaged through its contents, searching for the small box he’d hidden in the very back. But after a frantic minute, he couldn’t find it. His face darkened.

He lowered his voice and spoke firmly into the phone. “Theo, bring the NecroBlitz Tablets back. Immediately.”

“Grandpa, I can’t.” Theo pressed his lips together, voice strained. “It’s too late.”

A sharp edge entered Scales’s tone. “What do you mean, you can’t?”