The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 290

She was always quick on her feet. After washing up, Citrine finished her skincare routine in record time-toner, moisturizer, done.

"Dang, Citrine, you're fast!" Ingrid stared at her in disbelief.

Then she asked, “Hey, it's the first day. Don't you want to put on some makeup?”

"Forget it, I'm too tired." Citrine was still half-asleep. Before Ingrid had even finished, Citrine climbed right back into bed, pulling the covers up. "Nope. I need a few more minutes. Wake me up when you guys are done."

"No problem." Ingrid flashed her an OK sign, seeing how sleepy she looked.

Then she turned to Jane and Lisa, full of determination. "It's our first day of boot camp, girls. We absolutely have to look amazing. Let's be the best-looking ones out there."

"Absolutely," Jane and Lisa chimed in together.

Ten minutes ticked by...

Then twenty...

Then thirty...

of the

medical students Citrine Carmichael and Jane, please report downstairs

students Ingrid and Lisa, please

was piped directly into the girls' dormitory, and

awake by the booming voice, Citrine shot upright in bed, all traces

applying her false lashes, watched helplessly

at her phone and squeaked, "Oh no! It's six

no time for makeup now. The four girls hurriedly threw on their shoes

moment they stepped out of the dorm, they nearly ran straight into their instructor-who was already

steps, arms crossed and brow furrowed,

was hard to make out his features at first. But as they drew closer, they realized he was strikingly handsome. Sharp

known, I would've glued that last lash on." She actually sounded a

instructor strode over, his voice

on his heel and jogged toward the training field. The girls

have them join the others. Instead, he left