The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 98

She didn't realize what had happened until the next morning when Wilma mentioned it over breakfast.

"That dog stayed outside all night?" Citrine asked in disbelief.

Wilma nodded. "Yeah, just sat there under that old tree. Didn't even bark."

After finishing her meal, Citrine stuffed some jerky into her pocket and headed outside.

Sure enough, the black dog was still sitting by the front door. As soon as it saw her, its tail started wagging furiously.

Citrine had never liked dogs, and her last encounter with this one-when it jumped on her had left her with more than a few scars, both physical and mental.

She bent down, grabbed a smooth stone from the garden, and tossed it at the dog, trying to look as fierce as possible. "Go away!"

The stone hit the dog, but it didn't budge an inch.

Realizing that chasing it off with rocks was pointless, Citrine slowly edged closer, eyes fixed on its every move.

six feet away, she pulled a piece of beef jerky from her pocket and

forward and snatched the treat right out of the

its jaws, Citrine couldn't help but take a few steps back, unsettled

you'd better not hang around my house," she muttered under

she threw another piece of jerky farther down the driveway. Once the dog finished chewing,

farther, until the dog finally disappeared from sight.

Citrine noticed the black dog

was hers; no matter how many times she tried to explain otherwise, nobody believed

class the gym teacher pulled

dog home. There are a lot of students out here, and if it bites someone,

lost count of how many

look convinced. "If it's not yours, why does it keep

trying to explain.

here because of her. She finally relented. "Okay, I'll take him away right

inched closer to