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.

clenched in fury. This damn girl's words could cut deeper than a

curled into a sly smirk. This was her

and shook her head, her tone thick with malice. "With those scrawny arms and legs, you'd

her a dazzling smile, the kind that could infuriate anyone. "Thanks for the concern. You're right, though-someone as sturdy as you

flushed a deep red. "Who are

you," Citrine replied, her gaze lingering on Regina's waist for a pointed second before she added, utterly

Carmichael, shut your mouth!" Regina

kicked out of the Carmichael family, she wouldn't have been binge eating,

rage. "I'm taking first place today. Let's see if you're

she

one, about six feet, practically falling over himself to massage

herself a loyal

same guy who'd tripped Travis

she called out, "Regina, how

clear and confident, turning heads all around

on Regina's retreating back, waiting for