The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 275

Without a second thought, Raymond said, “If they really want to work with us, they'll reschedule for tomorrow morning. If not, forget it.”

His words hung in the air as he shot a warning look at Adler. “Listen up, Adler. No matter how urgent the work is, nothing takes priority over my daughter. In my book, everything comes after Citrine.”

“Yes, sir. I understand,” Adler replied at once, hurrying off to carry out Raymond’s orders.

A few minutes later, with the invitation finally in hand, Raymond rushed over in a fluster.

Inside, Citrine was seated beside Weston, chatting with him as they watched the show. When the two of them spotted Raymond, both their eyes went wide in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” Weston and Citrine blurted out at the same time.

Raymond ignored his father. He looked at his daughter, his tone softening. “Of course I’d be here for Citrine’s big moment.”

Then, with a scowl, he turned to Weston and spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Dad, you should move over.”

Weston looked utterly scandalized. “Raymond, have you lost your mind? You’re telling your own father to give up his seat?”

“What’s next? When I die, do I have to give you my spot in the family plot too?” Weston was so worked up he could hardly believe his ears, launching into a tirade at Raymond.

“That won’t be necessary,” Raymond replied matter-of-factly, as if his logic was flawless. “I’m Citrine’s father. The parent’s seat is rightfully mine.”

Weston snorted and glared at him, his mustache bristling. “I’m Citrine’s grandfather. Seniority counts for something. This seat suits me just fine, thank you very much.”

Citrine couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them bickering like schoolboys over a chair.

She’d only requested one ticket for a parent’s seat, thinking that would be enough—never expecting her dad to show up too.

Now she had a headache. While the two “children” argued, Citrine slipped away and found her teacher, asking for another slip of paper. She taped it to the backup chair next to Weston’s.