The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 586

Noticing the odd look on Citrine’s face, Travis didn’t even hesitate—he strolled over, grabbed a skewer from the plate, and popped it straight into his mouth. Instantly, his expression twisted in horror.

“What the... What is this monstrosity? This is disgusting!”

“Wade, did you seriously just dump every spice you could find into this?”

Wade nodded sheepishly.

“Ugh!” Travis couldn’t stand it for another second. He rushed to the trash can and spat out the entire mouthful.

Was he some kind of masochist? Why did he have to be such a smartass and try Wade’s cooking? If someone offered him this horror show again, you’d have to kill him first—he’d never touch it. Just remembering the taste made his stomach churn. For the next several days, he completely lost his appetite.

Then he glanced up and saw Citrine still chewing. His eyes went wide.

He blurted out, panicked, “Citrine, spit it out! That stuff’s basically poison.”

Wade’s face fell. He hurried to grab a skewer himself and took a bite. Within a second, he was gagging and spitting it out too.

No exaggeration—this stuff wasn’t fit for human consumption.

Watching Citrine chew it for so long, Wade’s guilt nearly brought him to tears. “Citrine, you can’t eat that. Please, spit it out.”

Travis looked just as worried. “Seriously, Citrine, even a dog wouldn’t eat this.”

Citrine stared at the two of them, baffled by their reaction. Seeing how distraught they were, she hesitated, then finally spit out what little she had left in her mouth.

Honestly, in her last life, she’d gone through some pretty rough times—she’d spent years never having enough to eat. So when it came to anything that wasn’t meat, she was never picky.

Once she’d spit it out, Travis wasted no time pouring her a glass of water and handing it over. “Here, Citrine, rinse your mouth.”

He shot Wade a scathing look. “You really tried to feed Citrine something not even a dog would touch? If something happened to her, the Carmichael family would never let you live it down.”

The first box was from Monica: a sparkling diamond bracelet.

Next was Wade’s. Citrine unwrapped the box to find a car key nestled inside, along with a glossy photo of a race car. She recognized the model instantly—an ultra-rare, limited edition. There was only one in the world.

Everyone in the Crestwood elite circles knew the youngest Saunders, Wade, lived and breathed racing. This car was the dream of every racer alive, and the fact he’d given it to her said everything about how much thought he’d put into her gift.

Citrine couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head at his extravagance.

Then she reached for the third present.

She paused for a moment when she saw the signature, but quickly started unwrapping it.

Inside was something unexpected—a sealed envelope.