The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 799

Time seemed to freeze, and all Citrine could hear was the wild pounding of her own heart.

She had never felt anything like this before.

For a split second, she lost herself. Snapping back to reality, Citrine’s expression changed drastically. She swung the steering wheel, veering toward the oil fields.

There was no road ahead—just a sheer cliff, beyond which stretched a vast, endless sea.

Citrine let out a long breath. “Sebastian, looks like you’re stuck with me now, whether you like it or not.”

Sebastian gave a wry smile. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” And he meant every word.

No sooner had he finished speaking than his expression turned steely and serious. “We need to bail. Now.”

Citrine understood instantly. She glanced at him. “On my count. Three, two, one—we jump together.”

“Three… two…”

At the final count, both swung open their doors and leapt out.

After years with the Vermillion Vanguard, a jump from this height was nothing for Citrine.

She hit the ground, rolled, and was on her feet in seconds, scanning for Sebastian.

He’d landed safely too, already standing up and dusting himself off. Citrine hurried over. “Are you alright?”

Sebastian flashed a quick grin. “I work out. I can handle it.” But as he spoke, his eyes kept darting over her, only relaxing once he was sure she was unhurt.

Behind them, the roar of engines grew louder, peppered with angry shouts.

Citrine’s face tightened. “We need to hide. Now.”

They moved, swift and silent, vanishing into the cover of the oil field.

It didn’t take long for their pursuers to barrel into the same field. The tracks their car had left were plain as day, leading the others right after them.

Once the pursuing vehicle thundered past, Citrine and Sebastian poked their heads above the tall grass.

“When they realize the car’s empty, they’ll double back for sure,” Citrine said. “We have to get out of here before that happens.”

No time for hesitation. They sprinted deeper into the maze of pumps and pipes.

As they ran, Citrine shot a quick message with their location to Vester and Sherman.

They barely paused to catch their breath, the urgency driving them forward.

“They’ll find us eventually,” Citrine murmured, her voice low and tense. “There’s still time to leave—if you want to.”

She didn’t look at Sebastian, but it was clear the words were meant for him.

His jaw clenched. “Save your breath. You’ll need it to keep running.” His voice was cool and just a little sharp.

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