NovelXXXChapter 598 As soon as the words left Theo's mouth, Citrine started up the final flight of stairs. Theo was overcby a strange, inexplicable feeling. Deep down, he just didn't want Citrine to go up there. His instincts screamed that if something happened to her, he'd regret it for the rest of his life. At this moment, gut feeling outweighed reason.
He pressed his lips together, blocking her path once more. "Citrine Carmichael, if you go up there today, you'll die. But if you walk away right now, I'll pretend you were never here. Talbot won't hear a word about this from me." Citrine couldn't help but laugh, a soft, bitter sound. "Theo, you really are your father's son." Like father, like son- both so "kind and devoted," she thought with a trace of sarcasm.
Theo's expression shifted, disbelief flickering in his eyes. "Citrine Carmichael, I'm trying to help you." She looked at him with pure contempt. "If you really wanted to help, you should've toldlast night that Talbot was going after my family, not waited until they'd already been taken. Don't act like shero now, expectingto fall at your feet in gratitude just to stroke your ego." She spat out the words. "Pretending to help me, and you call that kindness? Disgusting." Theo's face darkened, as if her words had drawn blood.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe let out a cold snort. "If you're so set on rushing to your own death, then I've got nothing left to say." Citrine didn't bother responding. She simply stepped around him and climbed the last flight to the rooftop. She didn't see the look on Theo's face as she left-so dark it seemed to suck all the light from the stairwell. The moment Citrine stepped onto the rooftop, she saw four people tied up near the edge, bound so tightly they looked like they'd been trussed by a professional.
Her face remained impassive, but her hands-hanging at her sides-curled into tight fists.
"So you finally made it." Talbot's eyes glinted as he spotted her.
Citrine kept her gaze low, voice flat. "You've got what you wanted. Let them go." She didn't wait for a reply. She strode straight toward Raymond.
"Letget you out of this," she said, kneeling down in front of him. But as soon as her hands reached for the ropes, she sensed someone behind her-apresence, followed by the cold press of metal against her temple.
Her face tightened as she slowly withdrew her hands.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, standing to glare at Talbot, brows drawn in anger.
Talbot flicked his eyes toward the burly man in camouflage, who holstered his gun and stepped back.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTalbot lounged in his chair, toying idly with the pistol in his hand. His eyes, old and sharp, glinted with cunning as he smiled. "I was going to let at four of them go, once you showed up. But now, seeingjust how much you all care about each other... I've changed my mind." Citrine narrowed her eyes, silent.
She knew then-he'd gone back on his word. Not one of her people would be leaving this rooftop today.
She cut straight to the chase. "Fine. What do you want from me?"
Talbot ignored her question, his lips curling into a smile as he looked her over "Number One. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
No one had called her by that code in years. Even after a lifetapartm from it, hearing someone use that nstill triggered a viscerab rejection deep inside her. Citrine lifted her head again, eyes cold and changed.
"So you know everything now," she said icily.
Talbot chuckled, his tone almost friendly-like an old acquaintance catching up "Back then, I really I thought you were dead."
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