NovelUSAChapter 540 But he hadn't expected things to take such a turn.
Citrine turned out to be the victim all along.
Despite what she'd suffered, she carried herself with remarkable strength, as if nothing could break her.
Every word she spoke caught him off guard.
Without realizing it, Quentin found his gaze toward Citrine subtly shifting. He was completely unaware of the change.
Meanwhile, in a quiet alley on the outskirts of Crestwood- A mother and her daughter clung to each other, sobbing uncontrollably.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn front of them, a laptop screen was streaming the Watkins family's dinner party live.
After crying for what felt like ages, the girl finally pulled herself together and looked up at her mother, her voice thick with tears. "Mom, let's go report Dick right now. I want him to spend the rest of his life behind bars." Her mother nodded. "Alright, I'll get your wheelchair. Wait here." Glenwood Studios.
A beautiful woman sat clutching her phone, bawling her eyes out. Suddenly, in the midst of her tears, she started to laugh.
Just then, her agent pushed open the door. At the sound, the woman's face went pale; she scrambled to shut off the livestream.
The male agent, cigarette dangling from his lips, strode in with no regard for her distress and leaned lazily against her vanity.
"May, there's a party tonight. Get yourself ready." He looked her up and down, then gave a pointed reminder, his tone dripping with implication: "And May-dress to turn sheads, alright? Show off your back, maybe a high slit. You know what I mean?" May's face went white as a sheet, her whole body trembling. For a long moment, she couldn't even react.
"Are you deaf or just ignoring me?" the agent snapped, shoving her head roughly. He flicked the last bit of his cigarette away, then circled behind her. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, he ran his fingers lightly along her elegant neck.
Suddenly, he pressed the burning cigarette into her unblemished skin.
The pain was excruciating. Acting on instinct and fury, May grabbed the vase beside her and smashed it over the agent's head.
He crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
A smug smite flashed across May's face. She kicked him hard a few times, cursing, "Serves you right! Helping Dick ruin so many lives tonight I'll make sure you go down with him." With that, she bolted from the room.
Downtown, in a modest apartment- A middle-aged couple sat together, eyes red and streaming with tears as they watched the livestream, calling out their daughter's name.
At the center of their living room, in the most prominent spot, sat a framed photograph of a young woman-their daughter.
Exchanging a look of grim determination, the husband said et s bring the evidence our gif left hind. This time, we're making sure that bastard goes to prison for her." "Let's go."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRoughly half an hour had passed since Citrine spoke, and people m began tolarrive, one after another.
Not just a few—a whole group of about a dozen.
Mamie had given instructions to security in advance let these people vel in ng questions asked. Now, the group approached Citrine together.
The young women, all teary-eyed, looked at her and said, "President Carmichael." Citrine offered them a gentle smile.
She didn't ask about what Dick had done to them; instead, she reassured them, "Don't be afraid. Today, we're going to see justice served."
Because of her kindness, the girls felt their trust in Citrine deepen, reliéf ve.
mingling with newfound admiration.
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