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."

say that about us?" That was the one thing these men couldn't stand to hear.

of them stepped forward, glaring at her, his annoyance palpable. "Instructor Carmichael, we don't accept your judgment.

sit in the car. What

have? You make us run a ten-mile endurance course with full packs, but I'd

those skinny arms and legs, I doubt you'd

convinced, why

we train for most. If you can beat any of us, we'll

Citrine agreed

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

best fighter here. No way she can

gave Hastings a shove toward the

girl during boot camp still stung, and something darkened in

the Vermillion Vanguard can outfight you." The rest of the team just

hoped that last loss to Citrine had just

slid off her jacket and beckoned to Hastings

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

bout, he didn't dare let his guard