The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 645

Townsend's narcissism was one thing, but Stevenson-strutting around like a peacock in full display-was absolutely insufferable.

Monica and Wade both frowned almost in unison.

Monica, worried about corrupting her innocent little sister, cleared her throat loudly. "Stevenson, don't make me slap you."

Wade, far less polite, simply kicked out at Stevenson. "Stevenson, you idiot, if you try showing off in front of my sister one more time, I swear I'll knock your teeth in."

Stevenson dodged just in time. With the siblings ganging up on him, he finally relented and lowered his head. "Alright, alright, I was wrong! Please, spare me." Monica and Wade shot Stevenson one last withering glare but let it drop.

Just then, Citrine greeted the group as well.

After the hellos, Curry suddenly seemed to notice something. He stared at Citrine for a long moment before blurting out, "Wade, why does your sister look so familiar? Haven't we met her somewhere before?"

Townsend, hearing this, also regarded Citrine more closely and nodded. "Yeah, now that you mention it, I feel like I've seen her somewhere too."

With both of them saying the same thing, Stevenson couldn't help but step closer, scrutinizing Citrine for a solid minute.

Curry and Townsend, seeing Stevenson so serious, assumed he had the same feeling. "Well? Do you recognize her too?"

Stevenson was silent for a moment, then declared solemnly, "Honestly, I think you look familiar too. You remind me of someone I've met before."

his earnest expression, was

exactly like the girl

Monica: ""

Wade: "..."

Townsend and Curry: "..."

than

guy was out of his

now equal parts speechless

her sister might actually be frightened, Monica quickly stepped in front of Citrine, shielding

teeth. "Stevenson, you really ought to check yourself into a mental hospital. If you're

just as

you-don't think

even

a swan. You're

worthy to tie her

not

women—even a passing cow wasn't safe from his

Citrine, but with his friends