The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 133

A few days later, it was finally Citrine's turn to run the three-kilometer race.

She was grouped with two girls from Havencrest Technical College, two from Elegance Peak Academy, and another student from her own school, Primus Academy.

As the announcer read out the names of the participants, Citrine couldn't help but notice a familiar one-Regina's. Talk about bad luck; her nemesis was in the same heat.

Just as Citrine was thinking how fate always seemed to bring them together at the worst moments, Regina strode straight toward her.

"Citrine, you've really ruined my life this time."

Regina was dressed head-to-toe in athletic wear, flanked by a small entourage of guys and girls. The moment she spotted Citrine, her face darkened with barely contained fury.

If it weren't for this wretched girl, Regina wouldn't have been kicked out of the Carmichael family. She'd lost a whole year's allowance and couldn't even afford a designer handbag anymore. Just a few days ago, when she went out with her friends, everyone was flaunting the latest purses—except her, stuck with an old one. She'd become the butt of their jokes.

Citrine barely lifted her eyelids and let out two crisp words: "Serves you right."

Her voice rang out, clear and cutting, slapping Regina across the face harder than any hand ever could.

jaw clenched in fury. This damn girl's words could cut

for the three-kilometer race, Regina's lips curled into a sly smirk. This was her chance to crush Citrine, once and

thick with malice. "With those scrawny

that could infuriate anyone. "Thanks for the concern. You're right, though-someone as sturdy as you shouldn't have

deep red. "Who are you

pointed second before she added, utterly deadpan, "You must be

shut your mouth!" Regina all but

her kicked out of the Carmichael family, she

Regina spat, her voice trembling with rage. "I'm taking first place today. Let's see if you're still

that, she

about six feet, practically falling over himself to massage

herself a loyal

was the same guy who'd tripped Travis on purpose

flashed through her mind, and she called out, "Regina,

clear and confident,

Citrine locked her eyes on Regina's