The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 446

Monica stared at the scene, utterly stunned. That’s the kind of ruthless resolve you’d expect from a CEO—able to conquer even the fear that’s haunted her for decades.

She was sure of it now: her formidable aunt was absolutely wrapped around her daughter’s little finger.

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It wasn’t until several days later that Jeanette’s family learned the truth: Citrine was the chairwoman of CICI Group. The news left them all ashen-faced.

Jeanette was seething with envy.

Dick and Aline sat across from each other in the living room, the tension in the air almost tangible.

Aline’s face was pale, her anxiety barely contained. “Dick, do you think she’s going to come after us?”

Dick took a drag from his cigarette, his voice dark and venomous. “If I’d known that brat would turn out this capable, I should’ve finished her off back then.”

“I sent her away to Mirage Cay, figured it was a one-way ticket. I thought I’d covered all the bases—who would’ve guessed she’d survive and come back?”

Aline bit her lip in regret. If only she’d had the nerve to get rid of that wretch for good, they wouldn’t be living in constant fear now.

Aline couldn’t shake a sense of impending doom. She turned to Dick, her voice certain and low. “She’s going to get her revenge. I can feel it.”

Back then, Dick had harassed Citrine before she was even of age, and it was Aline who’d pushed Sawyer to send Citrine abroad, arranging for her to be shipped off to Mirage Cay.

Citrine knew everything they’d done.

Before, Citrine was just a powerless orphan with only the Carmichael family at her back—hardly a threat. But now she was the head of CICI Group, one of Crestwood’s most powerful elites. Sooner or later, she’d come for them.

Especially since that girl could hold a grudge like no other.

Aline’s tone grew grave. “Don’t be fooled by that innocent act she puts on. She’s ruthless under that harmless face, and she’s nothing if not resilient. She didn’t get to where she is by being soft. She’ll never let us off the hook.”

“There’s a crowd outside the building—people are making a scene, claiming our products ruined their skin. Now the internet’s exploding with bad reviews, and customers on every platform are demanding refunds.” Carlotta was pacing frantically in the office, her voice tight with panic.

Citrine was unruffled. She spoke gently, soothing Carlotta. “Don’t panic. I’ll come to the office and handle it.”

Fifteen minutes later, Citrine arrived to find the area outside the building packed with angry people, making it nearly impossible to get through.

She was just about to ask someone what was going on, when a man’s voice cut through the noise, loud and accusatory. He pointed straight at her from the crowd. “There she is—the CEO of CICI Group!”

Citrine’s face tightened. She started to turn back toward her car, but suddenly, the mob surged toward her.

“Heartless crook! You sold fake products and ruined my wife’s face—how do you sleep at night?”

“My mother’s face was destroyed by your stuff! I swear, I’ll make you pay today!”

“Medicinal cosmetics? More like poison—who are you trying to fool?”