The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 128

"But I can give you my number," Sylvan said, his eyes fixed on Citrine with the intensity of a wolf catching sight of prey.

The two of them were standing close, and from this distance, Sylvan could truly appreciate just how beautiful the girl was.

Inwardly, he couldn't help but scoff at Travis's poor judgment. How could anyone take a girl like this for granted?

"I'm not―" Citrine started, a little flustered and about to explain herself, but before she could get another word out, Travis shot Sylvan a death glare and cut in sharply, "Shut the hell up."

"That's my little sister, you idiot."

As soon as he finished, he shot a look at the guys around him, and someone quickly made room by his side.

Just then, Amelia returned from the counter, having placed their order. Citrine didn't bother with pleasantries—she grabbed Amelia and led her straight to the two empty seats beside Travis. Citrine sat down right next to her brother, with Amelia on her other side.

introductions and seat shuffling.

few of

starting to catch

politely introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Travis's sister, and this is

now looking considerably less

friend,"

friend

were done, Citrine turned to her brother. "So, are you

word "brother" made Travis's heart skip awkwardly. He looked

glanced at Travis, curiosity lighting up his face. "Wait, Travis, I thought your sister was that Regina, the heiress at Elegance

of "Regina," a cold glint flashed in Travis's eyes. His voice was icy as he cut in, "She's not. Don't bring

knew Travis couldn't stand Regina. Realizing he'd touched

girl there acts like they're royalty, looking down their noses at everyone. They even say eating pasta is too