The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 604

“The medical industry in Country J, the coal mines in Country H, construction in Country Y, antiques in Country K, military equipment in Country A—Citrine Carmichael cut off every path we had. There’s nowhere left for us to go.”

Talbot let out a contemptuous laugh. “Citrine Carmichael. I really did underestimate you.”

He paused, then added, “But you know what they say—don’t corner a rat unless you’re ready for it to bite.”

Citrine’s expression didn’t change. Her voice was as calm as ever. “Are you admitting you’re the rat here?”

Talbot scoffed, “Sharp tongue.”

But then his face turned cold, voice like steel. “Enough. Do it now. If you don’t, you’ll all be dead.”

Raymond shouted, “Citrine, do it!”

Hilda, desperate, cried, “Shoot, Citrine! Now!”

As their pleas echoed, the group squeezed their eyes shut, not in fear, but with the grim resolve of people ready to die.

Citrine’s heart twisted painfully.

She stole a quick glance at the sniper’s position, tightening her grip on the gun in her hand.

Talbot looked on as if he were enjoying the show. He turned to sit down, but in that instant, a flash of resolve glinted in Citrine’s eyes. She spun around and jammed the muzzle of her gun against Talbot’s temple.

“Boss!” The men in camouflage stiffened, alarmed.

Citrine had moved so fast, they hadn’t even had time to react.

With Citrine’s gun pressed to Talbot’s head, every gun on the rooftop—snipers included—swung toward her.

The Carmichaels and Hilda’s eyes flew open. Their faces were a mix of shock and fear.

“Citrine?” they gasped, wide-eyed. More than surprise, their expressions brimmed with worry.