The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 705

It was always the same—either some bloated, greasy middle-aged man or a lecherous old creep. The few wealthy clients who were actually good-looking and fit all had walls up so high, Jeanette couldn’t get within a mile of them.

Lately, when she was selling drinks at the club, Jeanette let the bosses get handsy, even going so far as to cozy up to them if it meant a bigger tip. Everything she did was calculated—every smile, every touch, every late night—just to pocket a little extra cash so she could invest in herself and claw her way out.

A few days later, Jeanette found herself crouched in a bathroom stall, eavesdropping on her manager’s phone call in the next stall over.

“You mean Mr. Gorman?” the manager’s voice was tight, respectful. “Mr. Gorman is coming tomorrow? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he’s well taken care of.”

The way the manager spoke about this Mr. Gorman—deference threading every word—Jeanette made a mental note. That name could mean opportunity.

That night, the club was scrubbed spotless from top to bottom, and the manager gathered the entire staff. “We’re receiving a distinguished guest tonight,” he announced, voice grave. Jeanette listened, but her mind was already racing with possibilities.

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In May, Carlotta called Citrine.

“Citrine, someone paid Jeanette’s penalty fee and took her away from Neon Hive.”

Citrine was still tangled in her sheets, brain foggy, until Carlotta’s words sharpened her focus. She sat up, face cooling.

“What happened?” she asked, voice flat.

“Apparently Jeanette’s hooked up with a Mr. Gorman. He’s no ordinary man. Didn’t take long before he took her home.”

Citrine’s eyes grew cold. “Did you find out who this Mr. Gorman is?”