The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 537

After that piano lesson ended, she’d spotted a pink hair clip lying on the floor by the door—the same clip that should have been in Jeanette’s hair.

From that moment, she knew a day like this was bound to come.

In the age of information, nothing stays hidden forever. Even though Citrine wished desperately to keep this buried, she understood that, whether she tried to avoid it or not, the truth would eventually come out.

So why not take control of the story and shape her image herself?

Citrine glanced at Monica and whispered, “Call all the reporters in here.”

Monica didn’t understand, but she didn’t hesitate; she hurried off to gather them.

When the reporters had finally assembled, Monica realized what Citrine was planning.

Gone was Citrine’s usual icy composure. In its place was the fragile, trembling look of a wounded rabbit. She gazed at the crowd, eyes brimming with tears, unable to stop herself from sobbing.

“I know everyone’s curious about the video online,” she choked out. “Let me clarify things. Yes, the video is real, but it’s incomplete. As for the rumors about me seducing someone—those are utter nonsense.”

Before the last word had even faded, a reporter fired off a question:

“President Carmichael, you say the seduction rumors are nonsense. What proof do you have?”

Another pressed, “President Carmichael, you admit the video is real, but deny trying to seduce your piano teacher. Isn’t that contradictory?”

The room seemed to close in with pointed questions, cameras flashing. Citrine kept up her act of being wronged and aggrieved, letting her voice tremble.

“I’ll answer your questions,” she said, voice quivering, “but first, I want to tell you all a story.”

Someone in the crowd perked up. “What kind of story?”

She spoke softly, “It’s the story of Snow White and the Evil Queen.”