The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 99

Quentin had spent the entire night searching for his dog. It wasn't until just a few minutes ago that the people he'd sent out finally brought back some news:

someone had spotted a large black dog, matching Biscuit's exact description, right outside the gates of Havencrest Preparatory Academy.

Without hesitation, Quentin jumped into his car and sped straight to the academy.

As soon as he pulled up outside, he saw his dog-his precious Biscuit-sitting obediently at the feet of a schoolgirl in uniform. The girl was giving him commands: first, she had Biscuit sit; then she made him stand; then, unbelievably, she had him spin in circles for her.

What really got under Quentin's skin was how his beloved, pampered dog- usually aloof and dignified—was now being bossed around like a performing monkey.

Fuming, Quentin marched over, teeth clenched and eyes blazing. "Hey! You dog thief! Is it fun making a game out of my dog?"

Citrine, startled by his voice, spun around. For a moment, the two just stared at each other in surprise.

"You?" Quentin was genuinely taken aback.

Citrine, dressed in her neat school uniform, looked every bit the picture-perfect heroine from a coming-of-age novel. Quentin couldn't help but glance at her a few times before finally remembering why he was here. "How did you manage to steal Biscuit?"

I didn't steal anything. He

"That's impossible. Biscuit's always so standoffish-he never

Normally, Biscuit would bark at any unfamiliar face, sometimes even scare people off. Honestly, he didn't even

to Biscuit. "Well, Biscuit, if you really wanted to

talking to him? He can't

could finish, Biscuit let

got to be kidding me." Was his dog

your dog," Citrine said, unfazed by his reaction, and handed him

to leave, but before Quentin could even process what had happened, Biscuit wriggled out of

few steps when Biscuit grabbed hold

its owner? Shrugging helplessly, she glanced back at Quentin. "See? Your dog's the

His own dog had never shown him this much affection; now, in

called, trying to sound

Biscuit didn't budge.

said, come here!" Quentin's frustration was palpable,