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."

chatted and laughed, Jonah stood off to the side, his

lunatics, he thought. You'd think they'd won

cutting through

Wade, you really have no shame,

and added, "You lose the race and still have the nerve to crack jokes? Don't tell me you've forgotten

suddenly icy. His voice was low and steady. "Relax. I keep my word. I'm not the

grinned, enjoying himself. "Then do it now-let everyone hear you say it

Wade's face darkened.

jaw clenched as he glared

Saunders?" Jonah sneered. "Thinking of backing

even if there was a hint of bitterness in kis tone. He clapped

and without hesitation-shouted, "Dad!"

himself to say it ten times, loud and clear,

it was over, the weight of it all settled on his shoulders, his mood

knife. "It's not every day you see Mr.

he pulled out his phone and pointed it at Wade, smirking. "Mind

for the memories, Mr.