The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 310

They finished their meal, and Citrine headed off to Siren’s Whisper to meet up with her old friends.

No sooner had she stepped inside than Amelia Lawson practically launched herself into Citrine’s arms.

“Citrine, I’ve missed you so much!” Amelia cried. Her time at Havencrest University had been fine, but nothing made up for not having her best friend around.

Sometimes, Amelia even regretted not applying to Crestwood University—if she had, she’d be closer to Citrine right now.

“I’ve missed you too,” Citrine replied, hugging Amelia back just as tightly. Of course she’d missed her.

Amelia pouted, her voice full of wounded accusation. “No, there’s no way you missed me as much as I missed you.”

Her words caught with emotion. “You have no idea—I’ve barely been eating or sleeping. I keep worrying you’ve found another best friend over there at Crestwood.”

She wiped her slightly reddened eyes and declared possessively, “I don’t care. You’re not allowed to make new friends behind my back. And even if you do, none of them can ever be as close as we are. We’re the best—number one, always.”

Citrine couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s childishness. “Alright, I promise.”

They clung to each other a little longer before finally letting go.

Just then, Travis and Sylvan’s drinks and fruit platter arrived.

The server paused briefly in the doorway, clearly startled, but quickly lowered his gaze and tried to act as if nothing was amiss. He set the food and drinks on the table, then silently turned to leave.

Travis, lounging on the couch with one leg crossed over the other, glanced up and caught a partial view of the server’s face.

He sat up straight and called out, “Hey, you—turn around.”

The server hesitated, then slowly turned. It was Clifford Iverson.

Travis’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Clifford? What are you doing here?”

Sylvan grinned and cracked his knuckles. “No problem, Travis.”

Carney and Springer perked up at the prospect, suddenly all energy.

The group advanced on Clifford together.

Sylvan kicked Clifford’s legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor. The drinks on the table toppled and shattered, glass scattering everywhere.

Pinned down on the shards, Clifford took the full brunt of their blows. Everyone knew about the bad blood between him and Citrine, so no one held back.

He tried to shield his head, offering no resistance. Bruises and welts quickly bloomed across his face and body, but he never fought back—he just endured it in silence.

Meanwhile, Travis glanced over at his sister and said gently, “Hey, Citrine, did you know? Clifford didn’t even get into college. He’s repeating his final year at Havencrest Technical College.”

Citrine didn’t spare Clifford a single glance. Her tone was airy, almost indifferent. “No surprise there. You can’t polish a lost cause.”