The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 96

He glared at Citrine, practically grinding his teeth. "You little brat. Have you already forgotten how you got Theo and me thrown in jail last time?"

His reputation had been utterly trashed at that party, and Quentin had become a laughingstock among his friends for weeks afterward.

He'd lost face, lost his dignity-thanks to this infuriating girl.

"But that was ages ago, and you're both out now, aren't you?" Citrine watched him calmly, though a flicker of doubt crossed her mind.

Logically, if this was about getting arrested, it would make more sense for Theo to come after her. She knew exactly how Theo's temper worked-he never let a grudge go unpunished. If he'd wanted revenge, he would have acted immediately, not waited until now.

No, Citrine was certain Quentin wasn't here just because she'd called the cops.

"You think it's that simple? You made us a joke, and now you just shrug it off?" Quentin sneered.

"So what do you want, then?"

spreading across his face. "Unless you apologize and

your dreams." Citrine's eyes

in eventually, whether she liked it or not. For now,

to know-what's going on between you and

that's what this was really about. Suddenly, everything clicked into

driving her mad. She'd seen Citrine with Sebastian at

a second, then said, "We're not close-we've just met

but now wasn't the time.

it. "Met a few times and you're

like that-even a stranger-I'd

called, sliding closer to him on the couch, so near he could see the

she was. Her features hadn't fully matured yet, but it was obvious she'd grow into

called his name-Quentin's heart skipped a beat, an odd, unnamable

He didn't hate it.