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.

the new keyboard down beside Quentin and flashed an awkward, placating

already broken-I brought you a new one. It's top of the line, practically indestructible. I'm sure it'll help

What the actual hell is this guy

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

snort

and her teammates couldn't hold back-they burst out laughing

tears from his eyes, laughing so hard he could

came the awards ceremony. The host presented the world

out, "Let's give it up for our

applauded with wild excitement-anyone watching might have thought it was his own team

around the living room

and triumphant onstage, and his heart

so proud—after all, that was his little

me down. Not only is she a top student at a

past life for God to bless me with

was grinning so widely his face could barely

smile tugging at the corners of his mouth spoke volumes about how he felt-which, of course, had nothing to