The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 388

"Goddess, I love you!"

"You got this, goddess!"

"Goddess for the win!"

"Make sure to crush the other team so hard they run for their lives!"

...

Wade: “...” Excuse me, is this really considered polite?

Curry and the rest of the squad: “...”

The arena was a storm of cheers, the noise rolling and echoing without end. The crowd’s energy was so overwhelming, even the game commentator couldn’t help but laugh, “No wonder CrimsonFirst is ranked number one. That kind of popularity rivals any celebrity.”

Wade and Curry exchanged bewildered glances. Of all people, they never would’ve guessed the most unassuming girl on their team was CrimsonFirst.

CrimsonFirst was her? Wasn’t that supposed to be a guy?

This innocent face, the picture of harmlessness, had gone absolutely feral in the finals. Who would have thought that behind the softest, sweetest smile lurked the deadliest sharpshooter in the whole game?

But as impressive as the CrimsonFirst title was, what really shook Wade to his core right now was seeing Citrine up close.

He’d only caught a glimpse of her in profile before. Now, with nothing between them, he finally saw her face clearly—and found himself utterly stunned.

The resemblance was uncanny.

She looked exactly like his aunt had at that age.

Wade stared at Citrine, visibly rattled, something raw flickering in his eyes.

Travis, noticing the stranger’s intense gaze on his little sister, glared back, bristling with protectiveness. He stepped forward, subtly shifting so Citrine was behind him.