The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 35

After lunch, Clifford and Laird brought Jeanette with them to the sophomore homeroom—Class 8.

As soon as the class rep spotted their group lingering in the hallway, she ducked back into the classroom.

"Citrine Carmichael, wake up!" She gave Citrine a rough shake, not bothering to be gentle.

Jolted awake from her mid-day nap, Citrine blinked at her, startled and a little dazed.

Sybil wasn't angry, but somehow she still felt nervous under Citrine's steady gaze. For a moment, her mind went blank, and she forgot what she was supposed to say.

After an awkward pause, Citrine finally broke the silence.

"You're interrupting my nap," she said flatly, her tone as cold as if she were talking to a stranger.

Sybil felt a pang of discomfort at the brush-off. She pointed out the window toward the group waiting outside and mumbled, "I just wanted to tell you—someone's here to see you."

Citrine followed her gaze, and her expression instantly soured. Everyone knew she'd cut ties with the Iverson family, and now this girl was acting as their messenger—her motivations weren't hard to guess.

"Can't you see I'm sleeping? Not going," Citrine replied, blunt and dismissive.

Sybil hadn't expected her to be so difficult. She looked wounded. "Why are you being like this? That's really hurtful."

Citrine nearly laughed at that, her irritation barely concealed. "Sensitive much?" she shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"What?" Sybil was genuinely confused.

Citrine let out a short, sharp laugh. "I don't even know you. How am I supposed to act around you? Bow and scrape?"

Sybil stared at her in disbelief. "You don't know who I am?"

They were in the same class, after all—and Sybil was the class rep, for heaven's sake. She felt as if her pride had been stomped into the ground.

"Who are you, exactly?" Citrine searched her memory but came up completely blank.