The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 270

She looked at the man in front of her, a flicker of contempt in her eyes. “You’re saying all this just to get me to say ‘it’s okay’ and forgive you, aren’t you?”

Clifford knew that was impossible, but before he could reply, Citrine spoke again.

“All right.”

A spark of hope lit up in Clifford’s eyes. He was just about to say something when Citrine continued, “But I have one condition.”

“What is it?” Clifford thought to himself that no matter what Citrine asked, he’d agree—even if it cost him his life. As long as she could forgive him.

He looked at her expectantly, silently urging her to go on.

But the moment she spoke her next words, the anticipation in his eyes vanished. His face went pale.

Citrine met his gaze, her words merciless. “If you promise never to show yourself in front of me again, I’ll forgive you.”

“Citrine, don’t do this to your brother, please?” Clifford stood there, stunned, forcing a bitter smile.

“You’re refusing?” Citrine lost her patience when he didn’t answer. “Well, if you can’t agree to my condition, then I’ll have to ask you to leave our team.”

Clifford pressed his lips together, casting a desperate glance at Travis. “Citrine, the SAT’s coming up. You can’t keep wasting time with these losers. Go home and study, will you?”

Citrine couldn’t help but laugh at his nerve. “My friends aren’t losers. Their scores are higher than yours, by the way.”

She gave a cold, dismissive snort. “Why don’t you spend less time worrying about me and more about your own grades? Mine are none of your business.”

Seeing the disgust in her eyes, Clifford bit back his words, afraid of making things worse. In the end, he said nothing more.

Of all today’s competitors, Citrine’s team was the least favored online, while Team Three was the crowd favorite.

The captain of Team Three was Knox, the leader of a well-known club team, and his four teammates were all pros as well.

“Nice to meet you,” Knox greeted Citrine’s group warmly as soon as he stepped onstage, showing no sign of looking down on them for being young. In fact, he was so polite, his eyes held a hint of an older brother’s fondness for the younger generation.

Citrine couldn’t help but feel a flicker of goodwill and nodded politely in return.

Both teams took their places at their stations.

Per the tournament rules, no one was allowed to use alternate accounts, so Citrine had no choice but to log in with her main profile.