The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 660

In moments like this, it was hard to say who was luckier—Citrine, for being able to return to the Saunders family, or the Saunders family, for finding such an outstanding daughter after all these years.

With all eyes on them, Hilda led Citrine onto the stage.

“As many of you know, my daughter went missing eighteen years ago. Only recently did I finally find her. This is the happiest moment I’ve had in all these years,” Hilda said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Citrine quietly reached for Hilda’s hand, offering silent comfort.

Then, right in front of the entire crowd, Hilda made her announcement: “Everyone, Citrine Carmichael is my daughter. From now on, she is part of the Saunders family. I hope you’ll all look out for her.”

Tonight’s banquet was filled with Crestwood’s most influential figures—seasoned, perceptive people. After hearing Hilda’s words, no one had any doubts about her intentions; it was clear President Saunders had said this for their benefit.

Lately, Citrine had been making waves, and she was already someone most people in Crestwood wouldn’t dare cross. Now, seeing how the Saunders family was embracing her, the guests knew better than ever to pay Citrine the respect she deserved.

Many of the CEOs in attendance quietly reminded their own sons and daughters to make sure they got on Citrine’s good side.

With the main announcement out of the way, the formalities dissolved and the guests began to mingle.

Hilda took her daughter around, introducing her to board members and business partners closely connected with the Saunders family.

After the rounds of socializing, Hilda was about to take Citrine to get something delicious to eat, when she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.

“Nigel?” Hilda blinked in surprise.

Hadn’t he said he wouldn’t be able to make it?

A few days ago, Hilda had called her third brother, inviting him to the family gathering for Citrine, but he’d declined, saying he had business to attend to.

Now, gently patting her daughter’s head with a fond smile, Hilda said, “Citrine, your Uncle Nigel is here today. Let’s go say hello.”