The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 394

This latest fiasco had completely destroyed Quentin's already shaky reputation as a Crestwood rich kid.

She did it on purpose. That damn girl must've done it on purpose.

A deep wave of humiliation crashed over him, and Quentin's eyes burned red with fury. In a split second, he lost control and slammed his fist down hard on the keyboard.

A deafening bang echoed through the room.

"Mr. Aldridge..." The host, visibly shaken, stumbled backward a few steps, his voice trembling with fear.

Then, as if remembering who exactly he was dealing with, the host hurried back the way he'd come, nervously fetching a brand-new keyboard from behind the stage.

He spoke in the gentlest tone he could muster. "Mr. Aldridge, I know losing so badly must feel awful. I understand why you're upset."

"What the hell did you just say? Who's awful?" Quentin's anger reignited in an instant. He shot to his feet, glaring at the host and jabbing a finger at him menacingly.

The host looked completely bewildered, with no idea what he'd said wrong.

he carefully set the new keyboard down beside Quentin and

new one. It's top of the line, practically indestructible. I'm sure it'll help you vent your... frustration after today's, um,

actual

already furious. Now, with the host pouring gasoline on the

snort broke

and her teammates couldn't hold back-they burst

from his eyes, laughing so hard

host presented the world champion's trophy

ringing out, "Let's give it

in the audience, applauded with wild excitement-anyone watching might have thought it was

gathered around

watched his daughter standing tall and triumphant onstage, and his heart melted into a soft, proud

all,

down. Not only is she a top student at a prestigious university, she even managed to

have saved the world in a past life for God to bless me

so widely

the corners of his mouth spoke volumes about how