The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 646

"Praying to a photo? Burning incense?" Citrine's eyebrow twitched in disbelief.

Wade had finally reached his limit with this idiot.

He smacked Townsend on the head and growled through clenched teeth, "Townsend, go home right now and tell your parents to put away the photo and those candles, got it?"

Townsend blinked, confused. "Why?"

Wade shot him a smile that was all threat and no warmth. "No reason. But if you don't, I swear I'll make your life hell."

Stevenson suddenly fell silent, stealing a glance at Citrine in surprise.

He'd read the news online-during the flu outbreak, she'd made several huge donations, even set up a special clinic for flu patients at the research center. Back then, Stevenson had genuinely admired their chairwoman. He never imagined he'd actually meet her one day.

Citrine just smiled at the group, saying nothing.

Wade couldn't have felt prouder watching everyone look at his little sister with such respect.

There was just one problem: now none of these guys could take their eyes off her, and that bothered him more than he cared to admit.

Checking his watch, Wade grew impatient and waved Curry and the others away. "Alright, it's getting late. We're heading out for barbecue."

Translation: Time to leave, guys.

but none of them seemed

swallowed hard, grinning. "Barbecue sounds

in, "It's been ages since I've had

"If Wade's buying,

Wade: ......

anyone in this

helpless little

he led the group out

a well-reviewed barbecue

Wade whipped out a pack

both the chairs

him, half-convinced he was seeing things. "Since when did

look. "You don't know anything.

had the

not one

some wipes and started

But just as he finished, he heard

got your seat all cleaned up for you. Come sit here." Wade's tone was so

others froze mid-wipe,

Mr. Saunders, actually waiting on someone? And looking like