The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 335

Chapter 337

"Citrine Carmichael, you're out of line." There was a flicker of anger on Hastings' face as he shot Citrine a cold, mocking smile. "Go home. This isn't some playground for your little games."

He glared at Citrine, then shrugged off all his gear and tossed it onto the ground, making it clear he was done playing along.

At that, the rest of the squad burst into applause.

"Hastings is right."

"We're a team of tough guys-no way we're letting some little girl push us around."

"Look, you're just a kid. We won't hold it against you, but you better head home and have them send us a male instructor next time." The word "male" landed with heavy emphasis.

Citrine shot the group a look of utter disappointment. "Real tough, aren't you?"

Her voice was like ice. "You want a new instructor? Keep dreaming."

"The first lesson for any soldier is to follow orders. From where I stand, none of you are even close to being proper soldiers."

the one thing these men couldn't stand to hear.

don't accept your

sit in the car. What gives you the right

a girl-what real skills do you have? You make us run a ten-mile endurance course with

legs, I doubt you'd make it through two miles without

sudden smile as she looked them over. "If you're not convinced, why not settle it the

in the challenge we train for most. If

agreed without

the whole squad, Hastings

here.

Hastings a shove toward the

still stung,

outfight you." The rest of the team just laughed, thinking

didn't bother explaining. Deep down, he hoped that

to Hastings with a crooked finger. "Let's

time, Hastings didn't hesitate. He stepped into the ring, all

he didn't dare let his guard down. As soon as he was ready, Citrine

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