The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 769

The next day, those soldiers who lived nearby went home to visit their families, while those farther away sent letters back.

Citrine, though, didn’t go anywhere. She dreaded the thought of returning to either the Saunders or the Carmichael families, knowing all too well that they’d try to talk her out of leaving. So she simply stayed put.

She spent half the day tying up loose ends at the company, making sure everything was in order. Just as she was about to leave, Sebastian Vesper walked into her office.

“What is it?” Citrine asked, her brows knit with confusion. So much had happened lately that she’d almost forgotten what Sebastian had said to her back on Whisperwind Cay.

He placed a letter on her desk. “This is my resignation.”

She stared at him, stunned, and barely had a chance to respond before Sebastian continued, “This is a report on Stellaris Group’s system vulnerabilities, along with their industry’s weak spots. If CICI Group targets these areas, sooner or later you’ll have Stellaris Group in the palm of your hand.”

Citrine’s eyes widened in shock as he held out a flash drive, his long fingers steady and unflinching.

For a brief moment, she felt like she was dreaming.

She’d originally brought him into CICI Group with her own agenda. Later, she regretted it and asked him to leave, but he refused. Now, he was the one resigning—and handing her the weaknesses of Stellaris Group on a silver platter.

Her chest tightened with a swirl of emotions she couldn’t name.

“I don’t want it,” she said at last, her voice thick. She stared at him for a long time, but couldn’t bring herself to take the flash drive.

Sebastian hesitated, frowning in confusion. “Why not? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Citrine swallowed hard, then forced herself to apologize. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t honest with you at the start—I used you. That’s why I can’t accept this.”

She made her stance clear.

But Sebastian was even more resolute.

Ignoring her protest, he grabbed her hand and pressed the flash drive into her palm.

“I know,” he said softly. “But I did it willingly.”

After a pause, he added, “Besides, that chairman of Stellaris Group is no saint. If he ever tries to hurt you again, you’ll have this. If he gives you trouble, let the whole Stellaris Group go down with him.”

Citrine just stared at him, her eyes stinging. What a fool, she thought. He didn’t even realize—he himself was the chairman of Stellaris Group.

“What’s wrong?” Sebastian asked, unsettled by her expression. He’d never seen her like this before.

Citrine shook her head, steadying herself. “It’s nothing. Didn’t sleep well last night. My eyes are just tired.”

He saw through her excuse but didn’t push.