The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 60

He looked so thin and frail—who would have guessed he'd have the guts to stand up to Theo?

Sebastian couldn't help but let a faint smile tug at his lips, amused by the whole thing.

He'd never imagined there'd come a day when he'd be rescued by a kid.

To make it onto the guest list for an event of that caliber, this kid was definitely no ordinary child. She had to come from a wealthy, well-connected family.

In Sebastian's experience, the sons and daughters of high society were always arrogant and entitled, rarely seeing anyone as their equal.

But Citrine was different—she was the first young lady he'd met who was genuinely sweet.

"Did you come out without any money?" Sebastian asked, his tone relaxed and unhurried.

"Yeah," Citrine replied, her cheeks flushing with worry. She turned her pockets inside out, holding them up as proof. "See? Nothing. I'm telling you the truth, I didn't bring any money. I swear I'm not lying."

Citrine promised herself that this was, by far, the most convincing performance she'd ever given—past or present life included.

Sebastian had to stifle his laughter at her anxious expression.

He couldn't help remembering that night at the party—how she'd claimed not to know him, then slipped away to call the police.

His shoulders started shaking with silent laughter. "No need for an IOU. This meal's on me—think of it as a treat from your big brother. You can go now."

Go? No way—she hadn't made the connection she wanted yet.

Sebastian had a striking face, and when he smiled, there was a warmth about him that made people feel at ease. Citrine found herself drawn to his smile for reasons she couldn't quite explain.

Before she realized it, she'd been staring at him for quite a while.

"You have a really nice smile," she said earnestly.

Sebastian paused, momentarily caught off guard.

No one had ever told him that before.

Maybe it was because the girl had reminded him again before she left, or maybe it was the hopeful way she'd looked at him—but in the end, Sebastian opened his phone and sent a friend request to Citrine on WhatsApp.

That evening, Citrine returned home to find that Raymond wasn't there. She didn't give it much thought; it wasn't unusual for him to be out late, probably working overtime at the office.

She went to bed early that night.

The next morning, as soon as she woke up, she saw a notification—someone had added her as a contact.

She accepted the request right away.

The profile picture was a guy in a hoodie, his back to the camera. Citrine recognized him immediately—she was pretty sure it was Sebastian himself.

Thinking about the events of the night before, she transferred fifty dollars to him without hesitation.

After all, the first step to building a good relationship was adding each other on WhatsApp.