The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 35

After lunch, Clifford and Laird brought Jeanette with them to the sophomore homeroom-Class 8.

As soon as the class rep spotted their group lingering in the hallway, she ducked back into the classroom.

"Citrine Carmichael, wake up!" She gave Citrine a rough shake, not bothering to be gentle.

Jolted awake from her mid-day nap, Citrine blinked at her, startled and a little dazed.

Sybil wasn't angry, but somehow she still felt nervous under Citrine's steady gaze. For a moment, her mind went blank, and she forgot what she was supposed to say.

After an awkward pause, Citrine finally broke the silence.

"You're interrupting my nap," she said flatly, her tone as cold as if she were talking to a stranger.

Sybil felt a pang of discomfort at the brush-off. She pointed out the window toward the group waiting outside and mumbled, "I just wanted to tell you-someone's here to see you."

Citrine followed her gaze, and her expression instantly soured. Everyone knew she'd cut ties with the Iverson family, and now this girl was acting as their messenger-her motivations weren't hard to guess.

Not going,"

to be so difficult. She looked wounded. "Why are you being like this? That's

concealed. "Sensitive

was genuinely

even know you. How am I

at her in disbelief.

was the class rep, for heaven's sake. She felt as if her pride had been stomped

Citrine searched her memory but came up

drew a round of laughter from the

commotion, Citrine lay her head back on the desk, ready to drift off

at the people waiting

snapped. He strode in, not bothering with pleasantries, and grabbed

as the book clipped her temple, the spine cutting her skin. Blood began to trickle down

God, she's

if she hadn't even noticed, her calm almost unnerving. By all rights, she should have been furious, but not a hint of emotion showed on her face. Even when she wasn't smiling, she never looked harsh or volatile-she didn't seem like the kind of person

blink of an eye,