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."

in fright, nearly stumbling over his own feet. Regaining his balance, he jabbed a finger at Norton and cursed, "Some nerve you've got. I was only trying to help since you

and he'd lost all composure.

muttered, backing away quickly, deciding not

morning, Norton arrived

with guard booths stationed all around campus. Visitors only needed to state their purpose and, once approved, they could

Crestwood back when he applied; he'd gone

even more keenly. He

alone through Crestwood's grounds, taking in everything around him. At first, it was just a casual

in the School of Medicine, named Outstanding

baby fat, blossoming into a confident young woman-she hardly resembled the little sister

out his phone to

of the morning wandering through galleries and quiet corners, searching for more

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