The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 390

Over the past few years, Hilda had grown more and more unhinged. No one dared cross her—after all, the Saunders family had money and power to burn. If you got on Hilda’s bad side, you might not even know what hit you.

The Currys, on the other hand, were just wealthy second-generation kids in Crestwood; they didn’t have the clout to be considered true elites. Out in the world, Curry still had to tread carefully.

Just then, the match officially began.

As team captain, Citrine gave calm, precise instructions to her squad. Meanwhile, Wade’s team looked like they were just there for the experience, with zero strategy to speak of. What was even stranger, Wade spent the entire opening round glued to Travis, targeting him and only him. It was blatant—he was out for Travis, and everyone could see it.

It didn’t take long for Citrine’s team to catch on to Wade’s fixation. Citrine frowned and reminded Travis, “Keep your cool, big bro.”

Travis was already burning with frustration, but Citrine’s words helped him rein it in and focus.

But Wade was relentless, like a dog with a bone—he simply wouldn’t let Travis go.

Trying to watch his team’s back while fending off Wade’s attacks, Travis soon found himself stretched too thin.

At that critical moment, Citrine landed a clean shot, knocking Wade out of the game.

With one teammate down, the rest of Curry’s squad started to lose their nerve. It wasn’t long before they were all eliminated, one after another.

The round was over almost as soon as it had begun.

When Wade left the stage, his face was a stormcloud—a closer look revealed a trace of wounded pride.

All he could think about was the moment his own sister had taken him out with a headshot.

What stung the most was that she’d done it for someone else. Wade found that hard to swallow.