The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 605

Talbot’s face was ashen with rage.

How did she know that gun was empty? And how on earth had she managed to swap the weapons right under everyone’s noses?

While Talbot hesitated to give the order, Citrine let out a derisive laugh. “Tell your men to drop their weapons and let them go.”

As she spoke, she yanked back the bolt on her rifle with a sharp, decisive motion.

Talbot’s eyes narrowed in alarm. He pressed his palm downward, signaling the men in camo to set down their guns.

The soldiers obeyed, lowering their weapons and moving to untie the ropes binding the group.

Yet even with their bonds loosened, there wasn’t a single smile among the Carmichaels or Hilda. None of them dared imagine what awaited Citrine once they were gone.

Raymond stared at his daughter, face lined with worry. “Citrine, we’re not leaving you here alone.”

Hilda’s voice trembled with pain. “That’s right. We can’t just abandon you.”

Before anyone else could protest, Citrine’s voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. “Don’t do anything foolish right now.” She fixed them with a stern glare.

The Carmichaels pressed their lips together, swallowing their words. Hilda did the same, her eyes brimming with anguish.

Of course they understood—the only way to survive was to leave now. Citrine was holding Talbot hostage precisely to give them this chance. If they refused, they’d only make things worse for her.

Citrine didn’t look at them again. Her voice stayed icy. “Go. Now.”

Raymond’s gaze was heavy as he looked at the others. “You heard her. Move.”

Everyone knew they couldn’t afford to weigh Citrine down. Stifling their grief, they turned and left.

Only when the last of them had disappeared from the sniper’s line of sight did Citrine finally lower her gaze.

The group hadn’t made it far from the abandoned building when they were blocked by another squad of camouflaged men.