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.

than fond of Citrine. "Do you

a reluctant air. "Remember I told you about that girl at Havencrest who used to pester

widened. "You don't mean her, do

Kali nodded. "That's her."

never liked Citrine much to begin with, but now, hearing she'd once fought for the attention of his beloved sister Kali's friend,

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

“No, Hastings, really—it's my problem, you don't need

scowled at her protest. "Come on, Kali. When have you ever been bullied and I didn't stand up for

after chatting with Hastings a little

sharp, commanding whistle, and everyone snapped to attention, lining up

out, loud

"Five hundred? That's insane!"

let me

and groans rippled through the

coldly. "Less whining, or I'll make it a

protest again. Everyone dropped to the ground

a brutal 110 degrees-no one could catch their

for air, arms