The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 722

"Jasper, since when did you start enjoying telling everyone what to do?" Gorman's brows drew tight, his tone turning chilly as he realized for the first time how

meddlesome his employee could be.

Before Jasper could reply, Gorman cut him off. "Let me remind you, my sister is family, not some stranger. If you ever talk like that again, you can pack your bags and head back home to look after your eighty-year-old grandmother."

Jasper immediately fell silent. "I'm sorry, Mr. Gorman. I'll get right on it."

That finally satisfied Gorman, and he hung up.

Wanting to make amends with his sister, Gorman spent ages at C. Corp pleading with Hilda before he finally managed to get Citrine's class schedule for the semester.

Schedule in hand, he headed straight for Crestwood University.

Citrine's first big lecture of the day wasn't over yet, and Gorman didn't want to cause a scene by barging in halfway, so he wandered around campus for a bit.

As he walked, it dawned on him just how much his little sister had accomplished. Not only had she been top of her class in high school, now she was something of a legend at Crestwood. A few lines on the display board were enough to showcase her extraordinary talent for medicine and her impressive research skills. Only now did Gorman truly realize how brilliant his sister was.

He'd gotten into Crestwood back in his day too, but his scores hadn't come close to hers. The thought filled him with a quiet pride.

Soon, the first lecture ended. Gorman checked the time and made his way toward the building where Citrine's next class was held.

he finally found the right classroom-just in time to

one on each side,

Gorman felt

time he'd been away, Citrine had grown

to swallow his feelings and strode

"Citrine."

the sound of his voice, all three

finally broke the

face impassive. "I'm here to sit

to Wade, then back at Gorman,

how many days Monica and Wade had already been tagging along

man had joined the

the

entourage. Śwnovel

If this

thouse Middle Ages, she

wry smile, she'd

of them would be her

made her laugh before she

smile, but