The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 296

The smile at the corner of her mouth faded. "What's she doing here?"

"Who?" Hastings followed her gaze, a flicker of suspicion in his voice. "You mean Citrine Carmichael?"

Kali nodded. "Yeah."

Something seemed to cross her mind, and for a split second, a hint of malice glimmered across her face. She glanced at Hastings, trying to sound offhand. "By the way, with all these people going bare-faced, why is she the only one wearing makeup?"

Her eyes darted slyly. "Shouldn't someone ask her to take it off?"

The mention of makeup instantly brought this morning's incident to Hastings's mind, and his expression soured.

He clenched his jaw before replying, "That is her bare face. She isn't wearing makeup."

Kali was momentarily stunned.

"Maybe I was mistaken," she murmured, pressing her lips together. She glanced back at Citrine, and a wave of jealousy suddenly welled up inside her.

But with Hastings standing right beside her, she kept it hidden.

Kali seemed less than fond of Citrine. "Do

then put on a reluctant air. "Remember I told you about that girl at Havencrest

eyes widened. "You don't mean her, do

Kali nodded. "That's her."

but now, hearing she'd once fought for the attention

jaw, promising, "Don't worry. I'll make sure she gets what's coming

him off. “No, Hastings, really—it's

you

at that, and after chatting with Hastings

whistle, and everyone snapped to attention, lining up

loud and

"Five hundred? That's insane!"

let me die

and groans rippled

them off coldly. "Less whining, or I'll

a single person dared protest again. Everyone

midday heat soared to a brutal 110 degrees-no one could catch their

gasped for air, arms trembling