The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 83

Citrine had already guessed what Jeanette was up to. She wasn't surprised.

Ever since the scandal about the Iverson family broke, shares of The Iverson Group had gone into a freefall. Sawyer was probably losing sleep trying to hold things together, and if he couldn't, the company would take a hit so hard it might never recover. In a place like Havencrest, a family on the brink rarely finds friends willing to help—they just get pushed down even faster.

Citrine used to think Jeanette was an idiot, but now she realized the girl wasn't entirely clueless. Unfortunately for Jeanette, she'd picked the wrong person to mess with.

Without even pausing to consider, Citrine replied, "With the Iverson Group's stock tanking like this, five percent isn't even worth my time."

"And why on earth would I help you?"

She had no intention of bailing out the Iverson family from this mess. Not a chance.

"You think it's not enough?" Jeanette frowned, searching Citrine's face.

Citrine stayed silent, and Jeanette assumed that meant she was considering it. Gritting her teeth, Jeanette upped the ante. "Ten percent. That's the best I can do."

Citrine let out a cold laugh. "You've got to be kidding me."

"What makes you think I'd ever agree to this?"

Blind confidence really is its own kind of stupidity.

Those scraps of shares meant nothing to her now—she'd build her own business empire one day. And besides, she hadn't even gotten to see the Iversons tear each other apart yet. Last time, she'd gotten in the way before the chaos could unfold. This time, she wanted a front row seat.

Jeanette stared at her in disbelief. "Citrine, that's ten percent of the company! With that, you'd never have to worry about money again. Even Clifford and Norton don't get that much."

Her voice had risen, trembling with emotion.

For years, Jeanette and her mother Aline had schemed to keep Citrine away from the Iverson fortune—plotting, manipulating, even trying to get rid of her altogether. They'd been terrified she'd fight for her share.

But now, Citrine had cut ties with the Iversons of her own accord. Even with this kind of temptation in front of her, she didn't so much as blink. Jeanette could see it—she really didn't care about the family's money.

Suddenly, all those years of backstabbing and paranoia felt like a sick joke.