The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 751

Western Isles Resort & Spa.

That morning, the company staff gathered for breakfast, but neither Citrine nor Sebastian Vesper was anywhere to be seen.

Someone finally turned to Carlotta Yarbrough. “Carlotta, have you seen President Carmichael or Mr. Vesper since last night? They didn’t come down this morning either.”

Carlotta had already found their absence strange. Hearing the question, she frowned slightly and offered a guess.

“Maybe they’re still asleep.”

She pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Citrine’s number.

A moment later, an icy automated message played: “Sorry, the number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.”

Carlotta’s frown deepened. She glanced around at the others and asked, “Does anyone have Mr. Vesper’s number?”

Everyone shook their heads.

After a while, someone tried to reassure her. “Don’t worry, Carlotta. Since neither President Carmichael nor Mr. Vesper is here, they’re probably together. With Mr. Vesper around, I’m sure nothing’s wrong.”

Carlotta let out a breath, comforted for now.

Still, after breakfast, she decided to check if the two were in their rooms.

As she reached Citrine’s door, she spotted Hastings Cooper and Quentin Aldridge standing nearby. Hastings leaned against the door frame, cigarette in hand, his expression unreadable. Quentin was glued to his phone, but his eyes kept darting toward Citrine’s door.

Carlotta knew full well how much Citrine disliked these two, so she didn’t bother hiding her annoyance when she approached.

“What are you two doing loitering outside Citrine’s room?”

Hastings’ eyes flickered with recognition—he’d seen Carlotta before; she was Citrine’s assistant.

“Was Citrine here last night?”

The two of them had been waiting outside her door since the afternoon, but there’d been no sign of her. Even knocking had gotten no reply.

Hastings, growing worried, had decided to wait all night. Quentin had reluctantly kept him company.

Carlotta shot them a glance and said coolly, “Citrine’s still resting. You should both leave. She definitely won’t want to see you first thing in the morning.”

“Are you sure she’s still in there?” Quentin’s eyes widened as if he’d seen a ghost.