The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 355

"Norton, Citrine is such a fool. All she wants is the Iversons' approval. But I'm not like her. I only care about money and status."

"I've made myself clear. I'm Dick's daughter now, I have nothing to do with Sawyer anymore. So don't ever let any of the Iversons come looking for me again—I don't want my classmates to see me hanging around with paupers.”

With that, Jeanette turned away from Norton, her heels clicking sharply as she strode to a convertible parked by the curb.

Norton stood frozen at the entrance of the art college, utterly lost, his whole body shaking. He'd failed Citrine-he really was nothing but an ungrateful traitor.

People streamed in and out of the campus, giving him a wide berth. Some passersby cast wary glances, thinking he might be unstable.

Finally, someone couldn't stand to watch any longer. A middle-aged man approached him, concern etched on his face. "Sir, are you alright? Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

Norton's face turned icy. He glared up at the man and snapped, "I'm not sick. Get lost."

a finger at Norton and cursed, "Some nerve you've got. I was only trying to help since you looked like you were

were bloodshot, and he'd lost all

quickly,

arrived at Crestwood

welcomed thousands of visitors every day. Security was tight, with guard booths stationed all around campus. Visitors only

it into Crestwood back when he applied; he'd gone

even more keenly. He was truly

in everything around him. At first, it was just a casual tour-until he spotted a photo of Citrine pinned to

freshman in the School of Medicine, named

girl in the picture had shed the last traces of baby fat, blossoming into a confident young woman-she

her photo, then took out his phone to save

galleries and quiet corners, searching for more traces of

clubs, left her mark everywhere. Every time Norton found a mention of her, he snapped