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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 159
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Chapter 160 For seven long years, Salome's world had revolved almost entirely around Derrick and the Everly family. Citrine understood all too well that Salwas terrified of what life after divorce might look like-but she also knew her aunt had to push through that fear.

"Do you really think I could be happy?" Salome's eyes shone with a flicker of hope.

Seeing Salome's spirits lift, Citrine pressed on gently. "Of course you can. Auntie, think back to when you'd just graduated college-what was your biggest dream then?" At the mention of her dreams, something seemed to stir in Salome. She looked at Citrine, her eyes bright with excitement. "I... I wanted to beca great fashion designer." Citrine smiled, relieved to see her aunt's enthusiasm rekindled. "It's not too late, you know. You can still go after the dream you put on hold." Salome's eyes filled with sudden warmth. "Thank you, Citrine." She could tell her niece was doing everything she could to lift her spirits, and it was working-her heart felt lighter than it had in ages.

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Over the next few days, Citrine helped Salmove into her new place, finalize the divorce papers, and even picked up snourishing supplements to help her aunt recover her strength.

Salhad expected these days to be almost unbearable. But to her surprise, she felt a lightness she'd never known before. Even though she'd only been divorced for a week, Salfound herself in better spirits than she'd ever been during her years with the Everly family. The exhaustion she always carried seemed to melt away; she felt like an entirely different person.

One evening, Citrine took Salout to dinner, saying she wanted to introduce her to a friend who might help her achieve her dream.

Salassumed it was just one of Citrine's classmates or old friends-nothing to make a fuss over. But when a tall woman sat down across from her, it finally dawned on her.

"Oh my gosh-Ms. Tyler?" Saljumped to her feet, starstruck, looking every bit the awestruck fan meeting her idol for the first time.

Citrine couldn't help but laugh as she tugged her aunt back into her seat. "Auntie, relax-she's a friend of mine. No need to be nervous." Salgrinned sheepishly, still lost in joy. "No, no, I'm not nervous at all." But she was. She'd only met Adelina briefly once before, and knew she was friends with Citrine, but she couldn't help feeling flustered-after all, Adelina Tyler was the CEO of JR Group, and one of its most renowned designers.

Adelina reached over and ruffled Citrine's hair. "Long tno see, kiddo. I've missed you." She looked genuinely delighted to be there-after all, it had been ages since they'd caught up.

"I've missed you too, Adelina." Citrine had always been generous with her affection, especially toward the people she cared about.

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Then, turning to Salome, Citrine made the introductions. "We didn't have tlast time, but this is my aunt, Salome." "Nice to meet you." This time, Adelina's demeanor was warm and gracious. She offered Sala friendly handshake.

Salreached out with both hands, still trying to contain her excitement. "It's an honor, Ms. Tyler." Adelina smiled. "I'm a friend of Citrine's-please, just callAdelina."

Adelina had already been won over by Citrine's persistence, and she wasted no tgetting to "Citrine telle point.

you're passionate about design. There are sopenings in our company's New York office. Would you be interested in joining us?"

Salstared at her, as if she'd just been handed a miracle blue. She didn't answer right away, En.

answere gut of then glancing uncertainly at Citrine.

Sensing her aunt's hesitation, Citrine reassured her gently. "Don't worry, Auntie. You'd start as an intern, and whether you move up will depend entirely on your own effort."