The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 388

"Goddess, I love you!"

"You got this, goddess!"

"Goddess for the win!"

"Make sure to crush the other team so hard they run for their lives!"

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Wade: “...” Excuse me, is this really considered polite?

Curry and the rest of the squad: “...”

The arena was a storm of cheers, the noise rolling and echoing without end. The crowd’s energy was so overwhelming, even the game commentator couldn’t help but laugh, “No wonder CrimsonFirst is ranked number one. That kind of popularity rivals any celebrity.”

Wade and Curry exchanged bewildered glances. Of all people, they never would’ve guessed the most unassuming girl on their team was CrimsonFirst.

CrimsonFirst was her? Wasn’t that supposed to be a guy?

This innocent face, the picture of harmlessness, had gone absolutely feral in the finals. Who would have thought that behind the softest, sweetest smile lurked the deadliest sharpshooter in the whole game?

But as impressive as the CrimsonFirst title was, what really shook Wade to his core right now was seeing Citrine up close.

He’d only caught a glimpse of her in profile before. Now, with nothing between them, he finally saw her face clearly—and found himself utterly stunned.

The resemblance was uncanny.

She looked exactly like his aunt had at that age.

Wade stared at Citrine, visibly rattled, something raw flickering in his eyes.

Travis, noticing the stranger’s intense gaze on his little sister, glared back, bristling with protectiveness. He stepped forward, subtly shifting so Citrine was behind him.

Great, he thought. Absolutely great. Way to ruin a first impression.

Regret hit him like a punch to the gut, and he let his fist drop, suddenly deflated and miserable.

Head down, Wade forced himself to calm down. Then, with uncharacteristic caution, he looked up at Citrine and said softly, “I know this sounds impossible, but please, just listen to me. I really am your brother—your real brother. And you’re my little sister—I’ve been looking for you for years.”

Wade rubbed his hands together nervously. For someone who usually didn’t take crap from anyone, he was downright anxious now.

Citrine stared at him, stunned, but before she could say a word, Travis jumped in.

Fighting the urge to throw a punch, Travis gritted his teeth and snapped, “Bullshit! Citrine is my sister.”

“And who the hell are you to try and take my sister from me?”

It wasn’t even about his own feelings—he knew the entire Carmichael family would never accept this. If anyone found out that, while he was supposed to be taking care of Citrine at this tournament, she’d suddenly gained some random new brother out of nowhere, he’d be dead meat for sure.