The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 309

After the grueling days of orientation training, the long-awaited fall break finally arrived.

The night before the holiday, Citrine was having dinner with her roommates when her phone suddenly buzzed—it was a call from Raymond.

The restaurant was noisy, and Citrine could barely hear him, so she put the call on speaker.

“Citrine, when are you coming home?” Raymond’s voice carried a hint of anticipation.

Citrine hesitated, unsure how to tell him she wasn’t planning to come back.

When she stayed silent, Raymond rushed to fill the gap. “Your dad and grandpa miss you so much. When are you coming home? I’ll have Wilma make your favorite little cake.”

A man known for his decisiveness in the business world now sounded almost pleading, as if terrified his daughter might refuse to come home.

In this moment, Raymond was nothing but a father longing for his daughter’s return.

Citrine pressed her lips together, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt. She changed her mind in an instant, smiling as she said, “I’ll come home tomorrow.”

On the other end, Raymond exhaled in relief, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. “Then I’ll have the family’s private plane pick you up tomorrow.”

“Alright,” Citrine replied.

With that, she promptly hung up.

She set her phone down and was about to resume eating, only to realize her roommates had stopped mid-bite, staring at her with wide eyes.

“What’s with those looks?” Citrine blinked in confusion.

She picked up her phone to check her reflection. “Do I have something on my face?”

Her roommates, Ingrid and the others, had overheard the entire conversation.

Ingrid stared at Citrine, for the first time acutely aware of the gulf between ordinary people and the truly wealthy.

She swallowed nervously. “Citrine, what kind of family do you come from? They’re sending a private jet for you?”

Jane chimed in, “A real-life heiress, right here.”

Lisa grinned, “Guess we lucked out with our roommate.”