The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 142

"Let's go," Citrine said, already heading for the door.

Halfway there, she suddenly glanced back over her shoulder at Sylvan and the others. "You all should come, too."

With that, Citrine strode out of the classroom, not looking back.

Sylvan and the rest stared at her retreating figure, convinced they'd somehow upset her. They shot Travis a series of desperate looks, silently pleading, *What do we do now?*

Travis didn't say a word he simply followed Citrine out, answering their question with action.

The group exchanged nervous glances, then hurried after him.

It wasn't until Citrine led them into a gaming café that Travis realized she was completely serious.

"Find a seat. Let's play a round," Citrine said, already sliding into a chair in front of one of the computers. She looked at them expectantly.

Travis' eyes widened in surprise, a little hesitation in his voice. "Citrine, the games we play aren't exactly beginner-friendly."

playing for ages. If they accidentally crushed Citrine and made her upset, none of them would feel

how to play," Citrine replied, fingers already flying over

the familiar loading screen for "Final Showdown," their favorite 5-on-5

did you know we

when you guys all

"We just lost because

could say more, Sylvan suddenly let out a loud exclamation.

next to her username was the

a hint of pride

real passions. Getting a little recognition for it felt

itching for a match anyway, and seeing Citrine so confident, they quickly found their

each other as friends, and Travis promptly started up a

players per side, taking down

used to the guys being extra careful with

L8-level boss, Travis and the others tensed, preparing to coordinate their attack. But before anyone could even call out a plan, a single gunshot echoed through their headphones. The L8 boss

just stared, stunned by what