The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 768

After coming to an agreement with Ogden, Citrine asked Wade to send her luggage over to the Vermillion Vanguard headquarters.

Today, Citrine had already mapped out the Vermillion Vanguard's mission to Mirage Cay, assigning each member their specific roles. Yet, as she considered the risks ahead, a heaviness settled in her chest.

This mission was perilous-danger hanging over them like a storm cloud. It was the kind of operation where every soldier was staking their life.

Because of this, Citrine decided to host a team dinner that night, giving everyone a chance to unwind together. The following day, she'd let the squad go home to see their families-just in case.

That evening, after some discussion, they decided to keep things informal and eat together in the mess hall.

When Citrine arrived, the soldiers rose as one.

"Boss, you're here."

She nodded to them, signaling everyone to sit before taking a seat beside Sherman.

With a major operation looming and their fates uncertain, tonight was their chance

to let loose-if only for a few hours, drowning their worries in good drink.

Citrine raised her glass. "Tonight, we drink till we can't stand."

A chorus of raised glasses followed. "Drink till we drop!"

Soon, the conversation turned to funny stories from past training sessions.

-thought you were too young, and spent all our time

how ridiculous we looked back then," someone else chimed in, grinning. "Honestly, it's hilarious in

around the table, Citrine joining in. Those days had been tough, but they were also some of the

haze of stories and laughter, everyone savoring the

just as happy as the rest

knows if we'll ever get to share a drink

and through-big, honest, and as unassuming as his name

to a sudden hush. No one spoke; the

Then Citrine broke it.

This mission is a one-in-ten chance. Are any of you afraid?" Her tone was

was

part of the Vermillion Vanguard. Our duty is to take on missions for our country. If we

We're your soldiers. We'd never disgrace

scared,

are afraid. From the first day we joined the Vanguard, we knew we were dedicating our lives to the country.

the odds are always in our favor, no matter how bad things get." It was true-under Citrine's command, casualties were always kept to a minimum. That

of these soldiers had fought by Citrine's side for

Hastings

eyes, they were

sense of pride. "You're the best

Hastings stormed in, catching Citrine mid-drink. He marched right over and snatched the

spun to glare at him-only for him to blurt out first, his voice

wasn't I chosen? I'm the best soldier in our company!" Hastings' eyes were red, and there was