The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 329

A few of Jeanette’s wealthy friends immediately closed in around her.

They looked Norton up and down with open disdain, sneering, “Jeanette, do you actually know this waiter?”

Jeanette shook her head hastily, as if the very thought disgusted her. “Of course not. Why would I ever associate with a bar waiter?” She was quick to deny it, desperate to distance herself from Norton.

As soon as she finished speaking, one of the guys stepped forward and shoved Norton hard, then slapped him roughly across the face. “Get lost! Who do you think you are, trying to bother our girl? Be careful, or you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

Norton clenched his fists, staring at Jeanette as humiliation burned in his chest. He lowered his head, swallowing his pride, and said nothing.

Once the golden boy of the family, now he was nothing but a shadow of his former self—even his beloved little sister looked down on him.

Since arriving in Crestwood, Norton’s arrogance had been worn away bit by bit. He’d been to interview after interview at all the leading companies, only to be rejected every time—for no other reason than his lack of family connections or impressive background.

Job hunting had become a series of disappointments. With his bank account shrinking alarmingly fast, he’d had no choice but to take a job at the bar—the only place that paid well enough to keep him afloat.

He needed money. Desperately.

The next day, an email from CICI Group’s HR department landed in his inbox, inviting him to interview. Norton’s spirits lifted for the first time in weeks.

CICI Group was a powerhouse, the company he wanted most. Even though they’d once steamrolled the Iverson family, Norton held no grudges—business was business, after all.

It had been a week since he’d submitted his résumé. He’d assumed his chance had passed, only to be surprised by the interview invitation.

That afternoon, Norton put on his best suit and headed to CICI Group’s headquarters.

Meanwhile, in one of the conference rooms, Citrine sat waiting for the next candidate.

The HR manager respectfully laid out the stack of résumés for her review.