The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 300

Citrine smiled lightly. "I'm not worried. He won't be coming after me again."

She turned to Ingrid. "Hey, Ingrid, did you get the whole thing on video for me?” Ingrid nodded. "Don't worry, I recorded everything just like you asked."

Ever since he'd lost to Citrine, Hastings had sat at his spot with a stormy look, silent and brooding. He stayed that way until the evening activities wrapped up and everyone was dismissed. Only then did he finally leave.

Hastings had barely disappeared down the hallway when Citrine quietly followed. "Mr. Cooper," she called, waiting until they were alone in a deserted corridor.

Hastings, who'd just sunk onto a bench, looked up in surprise. He hadn't expected Citrine to come after him, and he stared at her warily. "Why are you following me?"

Citrine approached with an easy smile and sat down beside him. She tilted her head, her lips curling with a hint of mischief. "Mr. Cooper, care to explain why you spent the whole day picking on me?"

For a long

watched him, calm and patient. "Is it

if she'd struck a nerve. "What-what the hell are you talking

his reaction-a sharp, amused sound. "Protective,

sweet, harmless girl everyone knew from the group. In this moment, Citrine's presence was magnetic, dangerous-a mystery with an edge that sent a

stared at

exactly what she'd called him, his

warning, her tone still

You don't stand a chance against her, so stop trying.

blinked in surprise, but then she remembered what Quentin had once said when he'd tried

it, she thought, suppressing a laugh. He sees me as