The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 310

They finished their meal, and Citrine headed off to Siren's Whisper to meet up with her old friends.

No sooner had she stepped inside than Amelia Lawson practically launched herself into Citrine's arms.

"Citrine, I've missed you so much!" Amelia cried. Her time at Havencrest University had been fine, but nothing made up for not having her best friend around.

Sometimes, Amelia even regretted not applying to Crestwood University—if she had, she'd be closer to Citrine right now.

"I've missed you too," Citrine replied, hugging Amelia back just as tightly. Of course she'd missed her.

Amelia pouted, her voice full of wounded accusation. "No, there's no way you missed me as much as I missed you."

Her words caught with emotion. "You have no idea—I've barely been eating or sleeping. I keep worrying you've found another best friend over there at Crestwood."

She wiped her slightly reddened eyes and declared possessively, "I don't care. You're not allowed to make new friends behind my back. And even if you do, none of them can ever be as close as we are. We're the best-number one, always." Citrine couldn't help but laugh at her friend's childishness. “Alright, I promise.”

clung to each other a little longer before finally letting

Sylvan's drinks

as if nothing was amiss. He set the food and drinks

with one leg crossed over the other, glanced up and caught a partial view of the

up straight and called out, "Hey, you-turn

server hesitated, then slowly turned. It

in disbelief. "Clifford? What are you doing

room turned

up at Citrine, who was surrounded by her friends at the

Citrine ignored him.

ran deep; seeing Clifford brought so low, he couldn't help but sneer. "Well, look at

working on Carmichael turf now?" "That's none of your business," Clifford muttered through clenched teeth. Travis let out a sharp laugh. "Still acting

a look at Sylvan. "Sylvan, why don't you help loosen him up

a good old-fashioned brawl in ages. Travis and the