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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 310

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Read Chapter 310 with many climactic and unique details. The series The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress is one of the top-selling novels by Miss Lyra. Chapter content Chapter 310 - The heroine seems to fall into the abyss of despair, heartache, and empty-handed. But unexpectedly, a big event occurred. So what was that event? Read The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress Chapter 310 for more details.

They finished their meal, and Citrine headed off to Siren’s Whisper to meet up with her old friends.

No sooner had she stepped inside than Amelia Lawson practically launched herself into Citrine’s arms.

“Citrine, I’ve missed you so much!” Amelia cried. Her time at Havencrest University had been fine, but nothing made up for not having her best friend around.

Sometimes, Amelia even regretted not applying to Crestwood University—if she had, she’d be closer to Citrine right now.

“I’ve missed you too,” Citrine replied, hugging Amelia back just as tightly. Of course she’d missed her.

Amelia pouted, her voice full of wounded accusation. “No, there’s no way you missed me as much as I missed you.”

Her words caught with emotion. “You have no idea—I’ve barely been eating or sleeping. I keep worrying you’ve found another best friend over there at Crestwood.”

She wiped her slightly reddened eyes and declared possessively, “I don’t care. You’re not allowed to make new friends behind my back. And even if you do, none of them can ever be as close as we are. We’re the best—number one, always.”

Citrine couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s childishness. “Alright, I promise.”

They clung to each other a little longer before finally letting go.

Just then, Travis and Sylvan’s drinks and fruit platter arrived.

The server paused briefly in the doorway, clearly startled, but quickly lowered his gaze and tried to act as if nothing was amiss. He set the food and drinks on the table, then silently turned to leave.

Travis, lounging on the couch with one leg crossed over the other, glanced up and caught a partial view of the server’s face.

He sat up straight and called out, “Hey, you—turn around.”

The server hesitated, then slowly turned. It was Clifford Iverson.

Travis’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Clifford? What are you doing here?”

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