The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 129

Aside from Sylvan, the other two were just as certain that Citrine went to Elegance Peak Academy.

Citrine had no idea why these three were so convinced she was from Elegance Peak Academy, and for a moment, she felt awkward under their scrutiny.

Noticing the discomfort flicker in Citrine's eyes, Travis shot Sylvan a quick look and jumped in to clarify on her behalf. "She's not actually from Elegance Peak Academy."

"No way, Travis. If she's not from Elegance Peak, don't tell me she goes to Havencrest Technical College with us? I'd definitely have heard if someone this gorgeous was on campus."

The thought that Citrine might be from Havencrest Preparatory Academy never even crossed Sylvan's mind.

"She's not with us at Havencrest Tech either," Travis replied evenly.

He knew exactly what Sylvan was thinking—and honestly, it made sense. If Elegance Peak Academy and Havencrest Technical College were notorious rivals, then Havencrest Prep was like a parallel universe-never intersecting.

Preparatory. Most of its students were the privileged sons and daughters of the city's elite-kids born with silver spoons in their mouths who carried themselves with an air of entitlement, flaunted their decent grades, and looked down on students from Havencrest Tech.

graduation rate around. Every single student there had clawed their way in through relentless exams and cutthroat competition, a testament to just how outstanding they were. Frankly, they saw themselves as being above petty rivalries with Havencrest Tech, and most didn't even acknowledge the Tech students'

students at Havencrest Tech tended to steer clear of those from Prep as well. If they ever did cross paths, Prep kids would look at them like they were something unsavory, desperate to keep their distance as if being nearby might

a Prep student stooping to hang out with the likes of them.

eager for answers. Sighing, Travis decided to just put it all out there. "She's from Havencrest Preparatory

from Travis to Citrine. "I must be dreaming," he finally managed. For him, sitting at the same table

a Prep student in his head. He always

the way Sylvan stared at her, eyes wide as saucers. "I was about to tell

head and scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry about that. I guess I can

gave a

"Sorry again, I really didn't mean to judge. It's just you're so stunning, you don't fit at all with what I always pictured a Prep student would