The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 382

Someone leaned over to Sylvia and whispered, “She's gorgeous. Is she the new talent your family's entertainment company just signed?"

Sylvia beamed with pride. "Isn't she stunning?"

The girl nodded. "She's even prettier than most celebrities."

Then, lowering her voice, she asked, “But seriously, is she really your company's newest star?"

Sylvia scoffed. "Not at all-don't be ridiculous. She's actually a top student at Crestwood University. She's aiming for a research career."

"No way. That's incredible. She's smart and beautiful? I'm so jealous."

One of the guys just stared, completely dazed. "Sylvia, since when did you know such a gorgeous girl? Why didn't you introduce her to us sooner?"

Sylvia glanced at him, and her mind drifted to the person she'd seen standing beside Citrine that day-completely out of this guy's league.

She snorted with disdain. "She's a star student at Crestwood. Have you looked in the mirror lately? Dream on, Prince Charming."

Still not entirely reassured, she added pointedly, "She's my friend, so don't even think about trying anything."

As Citrine walked in, she immediately noticed Monica sitting near Sylvia. Monica was staring at her, but Citrine didn't seem bothered and acted as if she hadn't noticed.

moment Citrine entered, Monica's sharp gaze

a beautiful face—yet there was something oddly

her, she felt an unexpected sense of

thought to herself: She really is

in, whispering to Monica, "Well? Didn't I tell you? Citrine's

replied coolly, "Yeah, she's definitely easier on the eyes than the last

up and walked over to Citrine, wrapping an arm around her and guiding her

me introduce you all-this is my new friend, Citrine Carmichael, a top student at

greeting to everyone before taking her

and asked

unsure, nodded. "I

declared, "Now that everyone's here, let's play a dice

into trouble, Sylvia kept it simple. "Let's just play high or low. We'll roll the dice, and you guess if the total's

Citrine with a reassuring

Citrine nodded. "Of course."

were eight of them, and they took turns rolling. "Citrine, you start us off," Sylvia said, handing her the

picked up the cup and shook it a few times

was easily the most skilled among them. This high-or-low game was child's play for her-she could even

Monica, it was Sylvia's