The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 391

The memories he'd tried to bury surged back and struck him like a punch.

Quentin's expression darkened instantly; he looked genuinely rattled, his voice tight with anger. "Don't you dare bring that up."

That incident was the biggest embarrassment of his life—he'd never live it down.

Seeing how upset he was, Citrine felt a wicked thrill. Smiling sweetly, she twisted the knife: "The internet never forgets. And last I checked, it's my mouth-I'll say what I like."

"Streaking Champion." She waggled her eyebrows at him, repeating the title with gleeful malice.

"You little brat, do you want me to knock some sense into you?" Quentin hated it when anyone mentioned his most humiliating moment. Now his face was thunderous, all but livid.

As for the jerk who'd ripped his clothes off and punched him, no less-he'd better hope Quentin never found him. If he did, he'd make him pay.

"Go ahead. Try it." Citrine shot him a cool, unimpressed look, utterly unfazed. Not just Quentin-ten of him wouldn't be a match for her.

this sharp-tongued menace, he ended up speechless. She was his kryptonite,

arena," he spat, shooting her a venomous glare before stalking

at him, a mocking little goodbye. But the second he turned away, her

talent. If her memory was correct,

for him, because this time, she

see Quentin's face when he lost. Just the thought made her pulse

show Quentin just how worthless his so-called talent really

a glint of certainty—as if the whole world was already in the palm of

for the final showdown. Citrine's team and Quentin's team took the stage together, each sizing the

cheers, each side rooting passionately for their

to Wade, "Who

prouder he seemed. "Is that even a question? Of course

Please. He's not even in her league." Curry fell silent. He got it now-Wade was a full-blown