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."

Regaining his balance, he jabbed a finger at Norton and cursed, "Some nerve you've got. I was only trying

were bloodshot, and he'd lost

man muttered, backing away quickly, deciding not to provoke him any

Norton arrived at

guard booths stationed all around campus. Visitors only needed to state their purpose and,

back when he applied; he'd gone

felt his sister's achievements even

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

read: “Citrine, freshman in the School of Medicine, named Outstanding

last traces of baby fat, blossoming into a confident young woman-she hardly resembled the little

his phone

through galleries and quiet corners, searching

Citrine was well-known on campus, her name and accomplishments featured all over-she'd competed in events, joined clubs, left her mark everywhere. Every time Norton