The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 266

"What are your terms?" Travis stared at Citrine, waiting for her answer.

Citrine replied, "I'll keep tutoring you every day, but you have to promise your grades won't slip."

Relief washed over Travis. He broke into a smile. "Alright, you've got a deal."

A few days later, Travis and his friends-Sylvan, Carney, and Springer-recruited a new teammate. The five of them started meeting up after class at a gaming café to practice as a team. Every now and then, Citrine would get a special invitation from the group to come and coach them.

On Friday, during the family dinner, Weston finally found out what Travis had been up to. He exploded.

"The SATs are right around the corner and you're wasting your time on those useless games instead of studying! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Weston's frustration was barely contained.

"Grandpa, you just don't get it. This is my dream." Travis' expression darkened, but he wasn't surprised by Weston's attitude.

he was a kid, his grandfather had never been supportive of his interest in

arms and scoffed, "Some dream. Travis, have you even done anything worthwhile at Havencrest Technical College all these years? You're not doing well in school, you refuse to learn the ropes at the company-and I'm stuck with a grandson who doesn't

before, but never in front of the whole family. Weston didn't even

to erupt, Citrine suddenly spoke up for

over 500— he's on track to ace the SATS. As

paused, almost thinking she was joking, and let out a disbelieving

in the Carmichael family knew how poor his grades had

so Travis had brought the paper to her. She'd been stunned: his total score across several subjects hadn't

that all of Travis' progress was thanks to his

phone and found a photo of Travis' latest practice test, along with his final exam

believe me, see

handed her phone