The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 757

When Curry approached with Wade, both Mr. and Mrs. Black’s faces broke into wide, eager smiles as they hurried over to greet them.

Mrs. Black took Wade’s hand warmly. “Wade! I’m so glad you could make it. Come in, have a seat,” she said, all hospitality.

But though her words were for Wade, her gaze barely left Citrine the entire time.

Soon enough, she let go of Wade and turned her full attention to Citrine. “You must be President Saunders’s daughter, aren’t you?”

There was a sharp, calculated look in Mrs. Black’s eyes that Citrine found instantly off-putting.

When Mrs. Black reached out as if to draw her in, Citrine calmly stepped back, offering only a polite nod to both hosts, her tone distant and formal. “Mr. Black. Mrs. Black.”

Mrs. Black’s smile faltered ever so slightly as she exchanged a quick glance with her husband, then forced herself to keep up the praise. “We’ve heard all about President Carmichael, such an impressive reputation for someone so young. Now that I see you in person, you really do have a remarkable presence.”

Citrine merely dipped her head, modest as ever. “You’re too kind, Mrs. Black.”

Mr. Black gently pulled his wife aside and leaned forward in an exaggerated show of deference. “President Carmichael, you don’t need to be modest. There isn’t a soul in Crestwood who doesn’t know about your achievements. Among all the bright young people here tonight, you’re easily the most accomplished.”

A faint crease appeared between Citrine’s brows.

Today was Curry’s birthday. What exactly were the Blacks trying to pull—did they think this party was just another chance to chase after status and connections?

Curry’s face darkened; his fists clenched tight at his sides, but there was nothing he could do.

He should have seen this coming. His parents cared only for status, and for his ten-year-old brother—certainly not for him.

Curry hung his head, mortified. He threw a glance at his father, who was practically bowing and scraping before Citrine, and finally spoke up. “Dad, the other guests are waiting. Shouldn’t we let Citrine take her seat?”

Bartley Black shot him a scowl, clearly irritated. “Stay out of this. I wasn’t talking to you.”