The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 762

Jonah was a master at making a dramatic exit. He shot a cold glare at the Blacks and gave a dismissive snort. “I’m out of here. Pretend I was never even here.”

But halfway to the door, he spun around, marched back, and snatched the gift out of the attendant’s hands. “Actually, I’m taking this back. You’re not getting anything from me.”

Without missing a beat, Jonah sauntered up to Citrine, tossed the gift her way, and grinned. “Hey, here. This is for you now.”

Citrine barely managed to catch it, surprised by the sudden turn of events.

The Blacks could only stare, speechless. This was the first time they’d ever seen someone so shamelessly take back a gift and hand it off to someone else. Truly eye-opening.

After Citrine and her group left, the remaining guests quickly filtered out, leaving only the Blacks alone in the vast, echoing hall.

Bartley’s face contorted with fury as he turned on Mrs. Black and delivered a resounding slap.

The sound of slaps and cries soon filled the empty room, echoing off the marble.

Meanwhile, Jonah was hot on Citrine’s heels, sticking to her side like a burr.

“You guys heading out to celebrate Curry’s birthday?” he asked, looking at Curry with open disdain.

“Yeah,” Citrine replied coolly.

Curry coughed awkwardly, trying to play it casual. “Well... I just happen to be free later.”

He’d made his intentions more than clear; after all, he’d just stood up for Citrine against the Blacks. Surely she wouldn’t just ignore that. He waited, certain Citrine would invite him along. But several seconds ticked by, and Citrine remained silent.

Wade and Curry exchanged glances, both reading Jonah’s mind. Citrine, of course, was no exception.

Jonah, oblivious, thought he hadn’t been obvious enough. “I mean, I’ve got nothing else going on—it’d be pretty boring not to tag along.”

Citrine glanced at him, her expression hovering somewhere between a smile and a smirk.

Suddenly feeling uneasy, Jonah swallowed hard. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Citrine finally spoke, her tone mild but icy. “Mr. Griffin, whether you’re bored or not really has nothing to do with me.”

Jonah stared at her, stunned. He’d given her so much face tonight—humiliated the Blacks for her, even handed over the gift meant for Curry. The least she could do was invite him to the party herself. But she didn’t give him an inch, not even a shred of gratitude.

Jonah fumed, but what could he do? She had saved him once on Skysunder Ridge, and that debt wasn’t so easily ignored.

Fine then. If she wouldn’t invite him, he’d just have to swallow his pride and invite himself.

He gave a haughty sniff. “Since you clearly want me at Curry’s birthday and already accepted my gift, I suppose I can lower myself to attend.”