The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 313

Citrine had been away for a month, completely unaware that, during her absence, something huge had shaken Havencrest to its core.

Dick Glenwood’s company had gone bankrupt, and every music store under its name had been forced to close.

A few years back, Dick had tried to solidify his position in Havencrest by scamming several local business owners into investing in his projects. Those unfortunate enough to trust him lost everything; some were left so ruined that their families fell apart.

At first, several of these victims tried to press fraud charges against Dick, but, for reasons no one could quite explain, the whole affair was quietly swept under the rug. The people who had once spoken up deleted their posts from social media, vanishing from the public eye entirely.

But just recently, those same victims suddenly banded together online, firmly insisting on bringing Dick to justice for fraud.

The story exploded, trending on every major platform and spreading like wildfire.

At the same time, all of Dick’s music stores were exposed for selling counterfeit branded instruments. On top of that, rumors surfaced about Dick having inappropriate relationships with certain piano teachers at his stores.

The reputation of the business was utterly destroyed.

It wasn’t until Citrine heard from Carlotta Yarbrough that Raymond was the one orchestrating all of this behind the scenes that she truly lost her composure.

Why would Raymond go after Dick?

Citrine couldn’t make sense of it.

That morning, as soon as she finished talking to Carlotta, she immediately headed to Raymond’s office.

Lately, she’d noticed that Raymond hadn’t taken a single day off—not even for the national holidays. Was something going on at The Carmichael Group?

The more Citrine thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

A few minutes later, she arrived at The Carmichael Group’s headquarters. As soon as she walked through the doors, the receptionist spotted her and hurried over.

“Miss Carmichael, you’re here! President Carmichael is in the conference room right now,” the young woman said with a bright, respectful smile.

Citrine nodded politely and made her way to Raymond’s private elevator.