The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 139

Citrine could tell Clifford was oddly fixated on this, and she couldn't help but find it amusing. "We're family—and related by blood. Why shouldn't I call him my brother?"

At that, Travis's expression shifted as something clicked for him. He knew a little about Citrine's background, and since Clifford's surname was still Iverson, Travis quickly figured out who this guy was.

"So, you're Citrine's old brother?" Travis shot Clifford a cold look, his eyes flashing with a dangerous edge.

Travis had heard plenty about how poorly Citrine was treated by the Iverson family, so he didn't have the slightest affection for anyone from their clan.

Citrine thought for a moment and corrected him, "Not quite. Ex-foster brother, actually."

Ex-foster brother, for crying out loud.

Sylvan nearly lost it trying to stifle his laughter.

Since when did this brat get so

to Travis and the group

people trailing behind him—they're all rejects from Havencrest Technical College. If

say-everything Clifford said was true, and they knew it. Travis's pupils shrank; all the color drained from his face. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails bit into his palms, but he didn't even

to meet Citrine's eyes, terrified

nobody at Havencrest, just another delinquent with nothing to

start to look down on him too, especially since she was

fear and self-doubt surge inside him, threatening to

up in his own misery that he barely

him. And the students at Havencrest aren't garbage either; they're just walking a different path from

making no attempt

on, Travis. Let's go." Without waiting for a reply, she took Travis's hand and led him toward the lounge on

her, still replaying everything she'd just said. His heart, which had felt so