The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 701

Quentin had never been able to let go of the humiliation he'd suffered at

Havencrest. For a man as proud as he was, the memory festered—a bruise to his ego that just wouldn't fade. If Citrine ever learned about it, who knew how her opinion of him might change? She might even start to despise him.

And if that happened, well—at least no one would be competing with him anymore.

Theo admitted to himself that his tactics were underhanded, but he had his reasons. He needed to do this.

After scrolling through Theo's photo gallery for a while, Quentin finally found the video he'd been searching for.

There, clear as day, was the girl: fists and feet flying, every blow landing with merciless intent. When she finished, she even shot the camera a triumphant little grin.

It was undeniable. Quentin had no choice but to believe it now.

He was furious, grinding his teeth so hard it was a wonder he didn't crack a molar. "That brat. What a little monster. If beating me up wasn't enough, she went and dumped me half-naked into someone's private party. I'll never live down the shame I suffered at Havencrest."

Since that night, Quentin hadn't set foot near Havencrest again-not even for work trips. He'd always found someone else to go in his place.

"That brat. All I did was kidnap her once I never even laid a finger on her. And she repays me by roughing me up and humiliating me in public." Quentin was practically shaking with rage.

beneath Quentin's outrage there was no real hatred or

gaze,

next day, Quentin went straight to

have it, Citrine had just finished class. She was making her way

she hadn't seen him, but Quentin strode

Carmichael! Stop right there!" His voice rang out loud

their direction. Citrine had

shot him a frosty

and collected almost made Quentin laugh-almost. Who could have guessed that someone who looked so innocent could be the same girl who'd beaten him senseless and stripped him in front of half the

absurd as it sounded,

problem? Why are you looking at me like

admit, Citrine Carmichael,

act so well-but

have to admit,

fooled. You

the

you're anything but Soft."