The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 797

Citrine rattled off their current location, then added bluntly, “Send someone to get us out of here. If you’re late, you’ll be picking up our bodies.”

She didn’t give Vester a chance to reply—just hung up.

“Can he be trusted?” Sebastian’s voice was laced with a hint of sarcasm.

He tried not to sound jealous, but seeing Citrine put all her hopes on Vester left him uneasy.

Citrine kept her eyes on the road, hands tight on the wheel. She didn’t answer him directly. Instead, her tone was cool: “Now call Sherman.”

Sebastian followed orders, dialing the number. The call connected almost immediately.

Citrine was direct and to the point: “Bring your team and get me out. Darius Archer wants me dead.”

She hung up again, nodding at Sebastian to send their location.

Sebastian, who had looked sullen just moments before, realized he’d misunderstood her and felt a pang of guilt.

He offered a quiet apology. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“You actually thought I’d put all my faith in Vester?” Citrine’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as she stared ahead.

A small, wry smile broke across her face. “I haven’t known him that long. Do I really look that naïve to you?”

Sebastian glanced sideways at her, studying her profile.

No, she wasn’t naïve at all. She was sharp and resourceful—no way would she trust her life to someone she barely knew.

The cars chasing them clung to their tail like a pack of hunting dogs. The relentless pursuit was starting to wear on Citrine.

They were in the city now, weaving through streets crowded with pedestrians and cars. If their pursuers started shooting, innocent people could get hurt.

After a moment’s thought, Citrine said, “Let’s take the side streets. There are too many people on this road—we can’t risk civilians getting caught in the crossfire.”

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