The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 202

“Clarence is old, has a terrible temper, and honestly, he’s just not efficient. Every time he’s around, we end up working overtime. If I didn’t have a family to support, I wouldn’t set foot on any set he’s in. Compared to him, Obsidian is an absolute saint.”

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Everyone on set was murmuring, and whether they meant to or not, some of those comments drifted into Clarence’s ears.

Clarence’s face darkened, his expression clouded with barely contained anger. His eyes narrowed as he shot a venomous glare at Citrine, making a mental note to settle the score. “You… You’re just a rookie writer. Aren’t you afraid of crossing me?”

Citrine only chuckled, completely unfazed by Clarence’s threat. “If you’ve got dirty tricks up your sleeve, go ahead—I’ll be waiting.”

With that, Citrine turned to the director and said crisply, “Contact your studio. I’m pulling the rights. I want out of the contract.”

Her tone was sharp, decisive—no hesitation, no room for argument.

“What? Cancel the contract?” The director, Clarence, and Seraphina all paled as the words hit them.

It wasn’t just them. Even Edith, who’d been quietly listening nearby, blanched in shock. Without thinking, she grabbed Citrine’s arm and dragged her away from the crowd. Only when they were alone did she let go.

Edith stared at Citrine, wide-eyed with panic. “Citrine, are you out of your mind? If you break the contract now, you’ll have to pay a penalty.”

“I’d rather pay the penalty than watch my work get trampled,” Citrine replied coolly, not a trace of emotion in her voice.

“That’s a million dollars!” Edith blurted, her voice almost a squeak. The thought of that much money made her, a humble employee, wince in pain.