The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 607

Weston was too old, that much was obvious. Travis was just a kid. Manley had been crippled years ago and barely left his house—his health had only gotten worse since. As for Hilda, she was a force to be reckoned with in the business world, but when it came to a situation like this, no one could say if she’d actually be of any help.

After Raymond’s warning, everyone finally gave up the idea. No one insisted on going any further.

Sherman turned to his men. “You two, get the boss’s family out of here. Make sure they’re safe. No exceptions.”

“Let’s move.”

With that, Sherman led the rest of the group toward the abandoned building.

Meanwhile, Citrine was already downstairs with Talbot in tow.

Theo followed close behind, his face pale and tense. He saw Citrine about to pull the trigger and rushed to intervene. “Citrine Carmichael, let my dad go,” he pleaded. “We’ll let you walk away. Just let him go.”

Citrine let out a cold laugh. “Let me go? Do you really think your father would ever let me walk out of here alive? Don’t be naïve.”

Of course, Theo knew his father’s true nature. He found himself at a loss for words.

Citrine pressed the barrel of her gun harder against Talbot’s head and asked quietly, “You never intended to let me walk away today, did you?”

Talbot suddenly burst out laughing. “You’re right. I never planned on letting you live.”

“Not just you. None of the Carmichaels, not even Hilda. I wanted every last one of you dead.”

There was a wild glint in his eyes. “You probably haven’t realized yet, have you? If I’ve got my timing right, they’re all dead by now.”

Citrine didn’t say a word. Her expression didn’t change.

Talbot searched her face for some sign of heartbreak, pain, or even fear—but found nothing.

Thinking she didn’t believe him, Talbot pressed on. “I gave the orders long ago. Today, no one walks out alive. My men followed them the moment you sent them away. Tell me, Citrine Carmichael, do you think they’re lying in the dirt or sprawled in the hallway? You think anyone will even find their bodies?”

He waited, eager to see her break—but Citrine’s face remained unreadable, emotionless.

He began to wonder if she ever cared about the Carmichaels or Hilda at all.