The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 653

During the race today, there was a moment when Wade trailed far behind Jonah. The urge to slam the gas pedal to the floor almost overwhelmed him. But then, his sister's words from the night before came back to him-along with the promise he'd made her.

He forced himself to stay calm, over and over again. He reminded himself that he had to cross the finish line safely; recklessness could cost him dearly. If he let himself get swept up in the heat of the moment, it wouldn't just be a loss—it'd be a humiliating defeat.

In the end, he managed to keep his cool.

He owed it all to Citrine and what she'd said to him last night.

Wade recounted the entire conversation to his friends. As he finished, Monica and the others stared at Citrine, eyes wide with surprise.

No wonder, they thought. The way Wade had kept his head today was completely out of character for him. He was never the patient type-especially not on the track, where he'd sooner destroy his engine than let someone overtake him.

Curry grinned. "Honestly, we all talked so much yesterday, but your sister barely said a word. We thought she wasn't worried. Turns out, she was just quietly handling business behind the scenes. That's Citrine for you always the silent mastermind."

At that, everyone suddenly remembered: Citrine wasn't just a nineteen-year-old girl. She was also the chairwoman of CICI Group, the head of Crestwood Medical Research Center, and a bestselling author.

Wade looked at his sister, affection shining in his eyes. "Seriously, I couldn't have gotten through today without Citrine. If it weren't for her, I might not have even finished the race."

they chatted and laughed, Jonah stood off

think

strode over, cutting through their

really have no

answer, Jonah smirked and added, "You lose the race and still have the nerve

low and steady. "Relax. I keep my word. I'm not

now-let everyone hear you say it ten

Wade's face darkened.

jaw clenched as he glared at Jonah. "Don't push it,

Saunders?" Jonah sneered.

a hint of

and without hesitation-shouted, "Dad!"

it ten times, loud and clear, swallowing his pride with each

deep. As soon as it was over, the weight of it

was practically glowing with satisfaction. He couldn't resist twisting the knife. "It's not every day you see

that, he pulled out his phone and pointed it

for the