The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 479

Citrine had long since lost track of how many times she'd heard this conversation.

She was about to refuse again when Professor Smith cut in, "Citrine, just go, won't you? That group of kids from my department won't stop pestering me to have you come supervise their project."

With no other choice, Citrine finally nodded.

At that moment, two voices laced with mockery sounded from behind her.

"Oh, Kelvin, have you run out of talent in the Chemistry Department? Is that why you keep poaching from our Medical School?"

"Citrine is one of our own, you know. If she's going to supervise anyone, it should be the med students first. I say, Citrine, you should come sit in on our traditional medicine seminar this afternoon-give our students some pointers while you're at it."

The first speaker, with his kind, grandfatherly face, was Dean Zachariah of the Medical School. The other, a bit more severe, was Professor Henry, who headed Traditional Medicine.

Kelvin Smith gave them a sharp, humorless laugh. "You two just can't help meddling, can you?"

thin, insincere smile, "Well, at least I don't have arms as long as yours, Kelvin. Reaching all the way

out a derisive snort. "What's next? You planning to

shrugged, unfazed. "And what if I am? Frankly, with Citrine's talent, she should have joined Chemistry in the first

eyeing this gifted student for ages, hoping to bring her over to his department. Shameless,

Kelvin's shamelessness was clearly testing his patience. "If you try

but she was the darling of the entire Medical School. Everyone, from

from under their noses? That was like cutting out their own heart. And who

generosity to help your students. Tell me-out of all those award-winning patent your students snagged this year, how many had

teach your own students well enough to win on their own, and have to rely on help from

School, you really have

to steal our best

brightest."

more than he cared to admit.

squabble on her behalf,