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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 92
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Chapter 93 Meanwhile, inside the restaurant, the mood at the table had soured to the point of suffocation.

Kali kept replaying the image of that girl in her mind, her eyes growing red as she clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Just then, one of the guys nearby spoke up.

"Bro, isn't that the sgirl who called the cops on us the other night?" "I know," Theo replied, eyes narrowing, his tone icy.

After all, she'd humiliated him at the gala-how could he possibly forget her? The memory of that girl leading Sebastian away kept replaying in his head, needling him with an inexplicable frustration.

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The more he dwelled on it, the more it grated on him.

Kali, overhearing their exchange, looked surprised. "Theo, you know that girl?" "How could I not? She made Theo lose face in front of everyone," Quentin cut in, unable to contain himself. He sounded resentful, and with good reason-he'd been hauled off to the station that night too, which was hardly something he wanted to remember.

Like Theo, Quentin had never experienced such public humiliation before.

"If it hadn't been for that brat, we never would've ended up at the police station." Kali blinked, confused. "Police station?" Quentin nodded. "Yeah. We ran into Sebastian at the gala and were about to teach him a lesson. That girl barged in and wrecked everything." "You mean she was with Sebastian that night, too?" Kali's voice faltered. She'd done her homework-Sebastian never had girls around him.

Seeing her interest, Quentin gladly spilled the whole story.

Kali's gaze slid over to Theo, her eyes bright with urgency. "Theo, do you know which family she's from in Havencrest?" Theo was the undisputed prince of Crestwood, known for never letting a slight go unanswered. Especially after being bested by that girl, it was only natural to expect he'd have already dug up every detail about her background, ready to make her life hell.

Kali watched him, waiting for his answer, her faith in him absolute.

After a long pause, Theo finally parted his lips and said, almost dismissively, "I don't know." Kali felt a chill run through her.

She'd grown up with Theo-no one knew him better. If he said nothing, it meant he had no intention of making trouble for that girl.

Kali pressed her lips together, forcing a casual smile. "You've never taken a hit like this before, Theo." Her lighthearted jab made Quentin frown.

Even easy-going Quentin sensed something was off. He shot Theo a disgruntled look. "What's with you, man? This isn't like you." "If you ask me, that brat deserves a lesson. Someone needs to put her in her place." "She's just a kid," Theo snapped, his eyes flashing as he glared at him.

Quentin shrugged, undeterred. "So what? Skids need to be taught a lesson."

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"Besides, she had the nerve to go after Sebastian-Kaliyaren't you going ve to do something about that?" "So what do you wantto do?" Theo sounded irritable, grinding his cigarette into the ashtray. Quentin just grinned, saying nothing, though the mischievous glint in his eyes spoke volumes.

*** The next morning, Weston Carmichael finally woke up.

The entire Carmichael clan had gathered at the hospital, As Weston opened his eyes, he slowly scanned everyone in the room.

"Dad, what are you looking for? Try ssoup first." SalCarmichael offered him a steaming bowl. Weston ignored her, letting out a cold huff.

Regina, remembering what she'd seen trending online the night before, felt her expression darken.

Damn that Citrine. Always desperate for attention.