The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 543

At that moment, in the grand hall, Mrs. Watkins and her daughter gazed at Citrine with unabashed admiration, eyes shining like starstruck fans.

The rest of the guests shifted anxiously, not one daring to leave the party early. Tonight, they were all just spectators to the unfolding drama.

People exchanged uneasy glances, as if afraid that Citrine might lash out at any moment.

Someone tried to break the tension with a forced smile.

“President Carmichael, we knew you’d never do something like that.”

Before anyone else could chime in with their flattery, Citrine shot the crowd a glare sharp enough to cut glass.

“Enough. Not another word,” she said, her voice cold and commanding.

Fair-weather friends, she thought. She had no time or patience for them—and certainly wasn’t about to hand out any favors.

The room fell silent. No one dared speak again.

Citrine gave a derisive snort and turned her back on the crowd, dismissing them entirely.

Her gaze landed on Quentin, who stood off to the side, staring at her in stunned silence. She strode toward him.

“What are you doing?” Quentin managed, swallowing hard. His voice trembled, almost tripping over the words.

Citrine just smiled at him, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Quentin could only stare at her face, suddenly so close, his mind going completely blank.

Without warning, Citrine slapped him—hard.

Quentin jumped to his feet, shocked. “You actually hit me?”