The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 130

Carney shot a glance at Citrine, an apologetic mix of guilt and reluctant admiration in his eyes. "Sorry, sis. It's just—whenever the folks from Primus Academy see anyone from Havencrest Tech, they act like we're contagious or something. You'd think we were lepers by the way they keep their distance."

Springer chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and those Primus Academy honor roll types have never bothered talking to us. So we never figured you'd be hanging out with anyone from there."

Citrine and Amelia exchanged a look-then both burst out laughing.

Amelia couldn't help herself. The thought of Citrine, the straight-A student, getting mistaken for a Havencrest Tech kid-of all things-was just too much.

After lunch, Citrine and Amelia made their way back to the stadium.

The afternoon events kicked off quickly. Citrine had cheered herself hoarse that morning, so Amelia insisted she stay in the rest area for the rest of the day.

Citrine didn't put up much of a fight and took a seat as instructed.

Just then, the loudspeaker crackled to life, announcing the lineup for the men's 3000-meter race. Citrine's eyes lifted ever so slightly when she heard Travis's

name.

from both

Travis. He was well ahead of the pack, barely breaking a sweat, his face composed,

was on

as they entered the final lap,

from Elegance Peak Academy. In the blink of an eye, the other boy elbowed

heart leapt

Travis sprinted across the

still

Citrine knew

by an event

at him, her anxiety barely contained. "Didn't you see? Number 7's

him? He's with Havencrest Tech. If he falls, he falls." There was open disdain in his eyes at the mention of the

is being hosted by Havencrest Prep, Elegance Peak, and Havencrest Tech together, isn't it? You're

grew colder. "If something happens to him and you stood by,

clearly unmoved. He looked her up and down, then raised an