The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 790

With Vester’s help, everything started to fall into place.

A few nights later, Darius Archer had to step out for an evening event—finally, the perfect window to put their plan into action.

To assist them, Vester volunteered to attend the gala with Darius, keeping him out of the way.

That evening, as soon as Citrine and Sebastian received Vester’s signal, they moved without hesitation.

Sebastian had already hacked into the estate’s security system earlier that morning, disabling every camera on the premises. Wasting no time, they hurried upstairs.

Sebastian had also cracked the code to the locked door in advance, so getting inside was a breeze.

But once they entered, both of them froze.

Across the room, two armed guards stood on patrol. Citrine recognized their uniforms immediately—they matched those worn by the soldiers from Mirage Cay.

Their eyes met in a split second of silent understanding, and they pressed themselves flat against the wall, reacting instinctively.

Citrine turned her head to whisper to Sebastian, “They’re armed. You can still back out now.”

Sebastian paused, then broke into a grin. “Do you really think I’m the kind to run when things get tough?”

Citrine didn’t answer, her gaze locked coldly on the two guards.

“I’ll count down from three. On one, we move.”

“Understood.” Sebastian didn’t hesitate for an instant.

Citrine counted under her breath. As she whispered “one,” both she and Sebastian somersaulted across the floor, closing in on the guards.

The soldiers’ faces went pale as they raised their guns, but before they could fire, Citrine and Sebastian struck in perfect unison, knocking the weapons out of their hands and pinning them to the ground.

They each grabbed a gun, pressing the muzzles to the guards’ backs, and forced them forward.

“Move. Take us to the safe,” Sebastian ordered, voice cold as steel.

“Don’t shoot, we’ll do whatever you say!” The guards, faces ashen, pleaded desperately.

Without hesitation, they led Citrine and Sebastian behind a bookshelf. One of the guards knelt down and retrieved a remote control from a hidden gap at the base. With a soft click, a concealed door slid open.

Citrine and Sebastian exchanged a glance—a glimmer of triumph flashing in their eyes.

Inside was a secret study. The safe was tucked beside the bookshelf.

“We’ve got ten minutes. I’ll handle things here—go work on the safe,” Citrine said, taking the gun from Sebastian and pressing it into the back of one guard.

Sebastian, knowing every second counted, hurried to the safe.

Spotting the manufacturer’s logo—an international brand—he shot a look at the guards. “Where’s a computer?”

“Cabinet behind you,” they replied at once.

Sebastian pulled open the cabinet, grabbed the laptop, and immediately began hacking into the manufacturer’s headquarters, searching for a way to override the safe.

Citrine watched his impassive expression and asked softly, “How’s it going? Can you crack it?”

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