NovelUSAChapter 499 Once the other three had left, only Citrine and Dick remained in the room.
Dick glared at her, his face dark with rage, looking as if he wanted to tear her apart. "You wretched bitch," he spat, "first you leak dirt on my family, and now you've sabotaged my deal. Do you really think I won't kill you?" His anger contorted his features into something almost grotesque. He raised his hand, clearly intent on striking her across the face.
Citrine didn't even flinch. She simply watched Dick, unblinking, as if daring him to try.
But just as his palm was about to connect, she grabbed his wrist and twisted hard.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere was a sickening crack-so fast Dick barely registered what had happened before a wave of agony shot up his arm. It felt as though his bones had shattered.
"Ah-let go!" Dick howled, his face screwing up in pain.
"And you think you can kill me?" Citrine scoffed, as if she'd just heard the punchline to a bad joke. "Please." She released his hand with a look of distaste, pulling a small bottle of sanitizer from her purse and meticulously cleaning her hands, her expression finally relaxing once she'd wiped away every trace of him.
Dick clutched his arm, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow. "What the hell do you mean by that?" he gritted out, trying to mask his confusion with bravado.
Citrine shrugged, lips curving into a smirk. "After tonight, you'll be kicked out of the Glenwood family for good. What do you have left to threatenwith?" A flicker of dread crossed Dick's face. "What are you planning?" he demanded, suddenly uneasy. He had the sinking feeling she was about to pull something else.
She let out a low, chilling laugh that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Then, locking eyes with him, she changed the subject. "Dick, do you remember what it felt like when your thigh was stabbed through?" She stepped closer, her tone almost playful, though there was nothing warm in her eyes. In this moment, her gaze mirrored the one she'd worn years ago-right before she'd driven a knife into his leg.
Dick instinctively backed away, swallowing hard as fear flickered in his eyes. He'd nearly died at her hands once before. There was no way he could ever forget.
Seeing the fear in him, Citrine's lips curled in contempt.
vel With one last glance, she spoke quietly, her words dripping with promise, "Dick, from now on, I'l make sure every single day of your life is... interesting." fo With that, she strode away in her heels, each step ringing out sharply across the floor, her gait light and triumphant.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA few minutes later, guests began approaching the old man to wish him a happy birthday, each presenting their gifts.
Citrine had always loathed the Glenwood family, so she'd delegated the entire gift business to Carlotta. She hadn't bothered to check what was in the box, nor did she care.
After handing over her gift, Citrine was about to leave when a surprised commotion broke out nearby.
Excited voices rose from the crowd.
"Wait a second-Vitaflux? Am I seeing this right?" "Ms. Iverson is so generous! She actually gave Vitaflux as a gift!" "That's practically impossible to get! Ms. Iverson must have sincredible connections to secure something that rare."
All eyes were on the small box in Jeanette's hands, their earlier disdain forgotten, replaced by eager curiosity and newfound respect. Even Talbot and his son, who had previously stood by and watched Jeanette get bullied, now sprang to their feet.
Talbot addressed Jeanette in earnest. "Jeanette, Vitaflux is beyond priceless How on earth did you manage to get your hands on it?" Jeanette smiled politely. "Uncle, it was a gift from a friend."
She went on to explain, "Before I came, heard Grandpa Scales hadn't been well and had been searching for Vitaflux. That's why I decided to give it to him as a birthday gift."
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