The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 387

By now, every team had entered battle mode. Players huddled together,

discussing possible tactics their opponents might use and brainstorming ways to counter them.

The tension in the room was palpable, as if everyone was about to sit for a life-or- death exam.

All except for Citrine's team, whose entire vibe stood out like a sore thumb.

While the other teams were on edge, Citrine lounged comfortably in a plush chair, idly snacking. In front of her was a spread of snacks and fruit-everything Travis had bought-chips, chocolate, berries, grapes, apple slices; you name it, the table had it.

Travis sat beside her, methodically peeling an orange and a grapefruit, making sure every bit of pith was gone. Once he'd finished, he pulled out a small cutting board and a paring knife, slicing the fruit into perfect segments and arranging them neatly on a plate. He set it in front of Citrine and, with a grin, offered her a piece on the tip of a toothpick. "Open up, Citrine."

Citrine opened her mouth without a second thought and took the fruit, chewing contentedly.

were all busy as well-one kneading Citrine's shoulders, another fussing over her like a worried mother, and the last clowning

picnic. The contrast couldn't have been starker. Meanwhile, Curry, watching from a short distance away, took in the entire scene. He nudged Wade, who

she was turned to the

how relaxed that team is. And

was being hand-fed by her teammate while three others

one girl, all vying for

away, his expression full of disdain. "Those guys are making us all look bad,"

After all, Wade was a Saunders-born with that last name, he'd never have to

team and scoffed, "Want to bet? That bunch of

agreed, shaking his head.

tournament kicked off. Champions from every state took

onto the stage, he froze. Of all the teams they could face, their opponents were none other than the infamous four-guys-one-girl

surprised