The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

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."

are you to say that about us?" That was the one thing these men couldn't

palpable. "Instructor Carmichael, we don't accept your judgment. You've got

running drills while you sit in the car. What gives you the right to judge

you have? You make us run a ten-mile endurance course with

legs, I doubt you'd make

you're not convinced, why not settle it the old-fashioned way? If you lose, you

let's compete in the challenge we train for most. If

agreed

first event was hand-to-hand combat. In the whole

the best fighter here. No way

a shove toward

this girl during boot camp still stung, and something darkened in Hastings' gaze.

around-nobody in the Vermillion Vanguard can outfight you." The rest

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

to Hastings with a crooked finger. "Let's

hesitate. He stepped into the

learned his lesson from the last bout, he didn't dare let his guard down. As soon