The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 125

That afternoon, Manley spent hours glued to his phone, his expression shifting constantly as evening crept in.

He seemed to be waiting for someone's message. For once, he was uncharacteristically quiet, not flying into his usual temper. Even that ever-present cloud of tension that usually hung around him seemed to have lifted, if only a little.

The housekeeper, glancing at Manley as she prepared dinner, couldn't help but remark, "Sir, you seem to be in quite a good mood today."

Manley glanced at the verification message still pending on his screen. The corners of his mouth twitched upward in a faint smile as he replied, "Yes, I suppose I am."

He'd asked a friend at Primus Academy to help him get Citrine's phone number. Really, he only wanted to see if he could find her on social media by searching her number. By pure luck, Citrine's account was linked to her number.

Manley wasn't much of a conversationalist and had no idea what to chat about with his niece.

Then he recalled the look in Citrine's eyes that day, when she'd bet her allowance against Regina-pure longing for money. Without thinking, he decided to send her a generous gift. He moved to wire her a hundred, maybe even two hundred thousand dollars, as a show of goodwill.

But the messaging app had a transfer limit; he could only send twenty thousand. Reluctantly, Manley settled for the smaller amount.

accept the money right away, he grew

and accept it. Just

enough, after that, Citrine

Manley's smile deepened.

see

and the

and the days were growing heavier and hotter as Havencrest Preparatory Academy's annual sports day

of the events were already full-except for the girls'

race.

front of the room, nearly shouting herself hoarse, but not a single girl volunteered. With a resigned sigh, she was about to write

striding over and

own, and looked genuinely worried. "Are you sure? The three-thousand isn't for

"Thanks, but I

reply, Joyce's relief was almost overwhelming. She grabbed Citrine's