The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 390

Over the past few years, Hilda had grown more and more unhinged. No one

dared cross her-after all, the Saunders family had money and power to burn. If you got on Hilda's bad side, you might not even know what hit you.

The Currys, on the other hand, were just wealthy second-generation kids in Crestwood; they didn't have the clout to be considered true elites. Out in the world, Curry still had to tread carefully.

Just then, the match officially began.

As team captain, Citrine gave calm, precise instructions to her squad. Meanwhile, Wade's team looked like they were just there for the experience, with zero strategy to speak of. What was even stranger, Wade spent the entire opening round glued to Travis, targeting him and only him. It was blatant—he was out for Travis, and everyone could see it.

It didn't take long for Citrine's team to catch on to Wade's fixation. Citrine frowned and reminded Travis, "Keep your cool, big bro."

Travis was already burning with frustration, but Citrine's words helped him rein it in and focus.

But Wade was relentless, like a dog with a bone-he simply wouldn't let Travis go.

to watch his team's back while fending off Wade's attacks, Travis

a clean shot, knocking Wade

lose their nerve. It wasn't long before they were all eliminated, one after

almost as soon as it had

was a

his own sister had taken him out with

done it for someone else.

audience, could hardly believe

recognized Citrine instantly. The last time he'd seen her, she was just a high school kid. Now, she'd returned as CrimsonFirst, sitting at the very top of the

last two undefeated players, Quentin and Citrine would face off for the championship in the

made a point of

to be seen; Citrine

bother with pleasantries-he dropped into the seat across from