The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 592

“What did you just say?” Theo’s face drained of color—never in his life had he been humiliated like this.

“Nothing.” Citrine shot him a look, the smile vanishing from her lips as quickly as it had appeared.

She glanced at her watch and smiled, composed. “It’s getting late. I should go.”

With that, Citrine turned on her heel and started to walk away.

“I’ll kneel.” Watching her retreating figure, Theo’s eyes flickered with conflict. His voice, cold and desperate, stopped her in her tracks.

Without another word, the Crestwood heir dropped to his knees with a dull thud.

When Citrine turned back, this was the sight that greeted her.

“What… what are you doing? I never asked you to kneel.” She feigned shock, covering her mouth as if she’d just witnessed something scandalous.

Theo’s complexion shifted between red and white as the truth dawned on him. If he couldn’t see now that Citrine was playing him for a fool, he really was an idiot.

But having come this far, Theo couldn’t back down.

He lowered his head, voice trembling with humiliation. “Citrine Carmichael, just tell me—what do you want? Whatever it takes, if you’ll just spare the Glenwood family, I’ll do it.”

The arrogance that once marked the Glenwood heir was gone; all that remained was hollow desperation.

For a fleeting moment, Citrine’s eyes sparkled with a strange light.

She walked over, towering above him, her smile wicked. “Theo, I have to say, I really like seeing you on your knees. This is a moment worth remembering.”

Without waiting for a response, Citrine reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone, and switched on the camera, pointing it straight at him.

“You’ve lost your mind. What do you think you’re doing?” Theo’s face went deathly pale. Fury edged his voice as he tried to shield his face with his hands.

And then, like a bucket of ice water, Citrine’s next words drenched him to the bone.

She leaned close, her voice low and venomous. “Did you just call me a lunatic? Have you forgotten you once tried to keep this ‘lunatic’ as your mistress?”

“Too bad for you—even if I were crazy, I’d never touch filth like you. The Glenwood bloodline reeks from bone to skin; just standing this close to you makes me sick to my stomach.”

For the first time, Theo saw the raw hatred burning in her eyes—a bitterness that seemed to stretch across lifetimes.

He stared at her, dazed, his mind grasping for answers. “Did… did we know each other before? What did I ever do to deserve this?”

The words tumbled out before he could stop them.

Citrine’s lips curled into a cold, enigmatic smile. She didn’t bother to reply.

She gave him one last look, her voice icy and final. “Let me be perfectly clear: this time, I’ll destroy the Glenwood family, even if it’s the last thing I do.”