The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 646

“Praying to a photo? Burning incense?” Citrine’s eyebrow twitched in disbelief.

Wade had finally reached his limit with this idiot.

He smacked Townsend on the head and growled through clenched teeth, “Townsend, go home right now and tell your parents to put away the photo and those candles, got it?”

Townsend blinked, confused. “Why?”

Wade shot him a smile that was all threat and no warmth. “No reason. But if you don’t, I swear I’ll make your life hell.”

Stevenson suddenly fell silent, stealing a glance at Citrine in surprise.

He’d read the news online—during the flu outbreak, she’d made several huge donations, even set up a special clinic for flu patients at the research center. Back then, Stevenson had genuinely admired their chairwoman. He never imagined he’d actually meet her one day.

Citrine just smiled at the group, saying nothing.

Wade couldn’t have felt prouder watching everyone look at his little sister with such respect.

There was just one problem: now none of these guys could take their eyes off her, and that bothered him more than he cared to admit.

Checking his watch, Wade grew impatient and waved Curry and the others away. “Alright, it’s getting late. We’re heading out for barbecue.”

Translation: Time to leave, guys.

He expected them to take the hint and go, but none of them seemed to get it. Instead, they perked up.

Curry swallowed hard, grinning. “Barbecue sounds amazing! I’m starving. Let’s go now.”

Townsend chimed in, “It’s been ages since I’ve had a good barbecue. I’m in!”

Stevenson added, “If Wade’s buying, I’m not saying no.”

Wade: ……

“Citrine, I’ve got your seat all cleaned up for you. Come sit here.” Wade’s tone was so gentle it barely sounded like him.

Curry and the others froze mid-wipe, gawking at Wade.

Good grief. Mr. Saunders, actually waiting on someone? And looking like he’d done it a hundred times before.

Right in front of everyone, Citrine sat down in the spot Wade had cleaned.

Once she was settled, it was Monica’s turn to order. She’d already gotten a list of Citrine’s favorite foods from Hilda that morning, so everything she picked was something her little sister loved.

When the food arrived, Monica barely touched her own plate, spending the whole time making sure Citrine had enough to eat. If she wasn’t worried Citrine might be thirsty, she was fussing that something was too spicy.

Curry and the guys could only watch in stunned silence.

Halfway through the meal, they finally figured it out—those Saunders siblings were total sister-obsessed lunatics. Absolutely hopeless.