The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 479

Citrine had long since lost track of how many times she’d heard this conversation.

She was about to refuse again when Professor Smith cut in, “Citrine, just go, won’t you? That group of kids from my department won’t stop pestering me to have you come supervise their project.”

With no other choice, Citrine finally nodded.

At that moment, two voices laced with mockery sounded from behind her.

“Oh, Kelvin, have you run out of talent in the Chemistry Department? Is that why you keep poaching from our Medical School?”

“Citrine is one of our own, you know. If she’s going to supervise anyone, it should be the med students first. I say, Citrine, you should come sit in on our traditional medicine seminar this afternoon—give our students some pointers while you’re at it.”

The first speaker, with his kind, grandfatherly face, was Dean Zachariah of the Medical School. The other, a bit more severe, was Professor Henry, who headed Traditional Medicine.

Kelvin Smith gave them a sharp, humorless laugh. “You two just can’t help meddling, can you?”

Dean Zachariah replied with a thin, insincere smile, “Well, at least I don’t have arms as long as yours, Kelvin. Reaching all the way from Chemistry into our Medical School—that’s impressive.”

He let out a derisive snort. “What’s next? You planning to lure away our star students and make them join Chemistry full-time?”

Kelvin just shrugged, unfazed. “And what if I am? Frankly, with Citrine’s talent, she should have joined Chemistry in the first place.”

He’d been eyeing this gifted student for ages, hoping to bring her over to his department. Shameless, really.

“Don’t even think about it,” Zachariah shot back, his expression darkening. Kelvin’s shamelessness was clearly testing his patience. “If you try to poach Citrine again, don’t blame me if I get unfriendly.”

Kelvin’s expression softened slightly when she addressed him. He smiled, resigned. “No worries, I respect your decision. If you ever change your mind, the Chemistry Department will always welcome you.”

With a final frosty glare at Zachariah and Henry, Kelvin stalked off, clearly annoyed.

Once he was gone, Zachariah turned to Citrine with a warm smile. “Citrine, if that old fox ever tries harassing you again, just come to me. I’ll set him straight.”

Professor Henry chimed in, “Or come to me, I’d be happy to help.”

Citrine nodded at both of them, grateful.

It was then that Zachariah and Henry finally noticed Hilda and Wade, who had been sitting quietly nearby. Zachariah glanced at the two unfamiliar faces, then turned to Citrine, curiosity in his voice. “And who might these two be?”