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.

carefully set the new keyboard down

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

"..." What the actual hell is this

host pouring gasoline on the fire, he was

snort

back-they burst out laughing at

from his eyes,

The host presented the world champion's trophy to Citrine's

"Let's give it up for our world

with wild excitement-anyone watching

gathered around the living room

and triumphant onstage, and his heart

was so proud—after all, that was his little

down. Not only is she a top student at a

past life for God to bless

so widely his face could

anything, but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth spoke volumes about how