The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 655

Just a reckless little brat, thinking she could actually compete with him.

Jonah glanced at Citrine’s face and, for a split second, forgot to breathe.

Whatever. If she wanted to play, he’d be gracious enough to humor her. He had nothing better to do anyway—might as well enjoy the show.

He looked at her, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “If you’re up for a game, I’ll play along.”

“Then let’s start now,” he added, turning to head toward his car.

“Wait.” Citrine’s cool voice cut through the air, stopping him in his tracks.

“What is it?” Jonah turned back, a smirk flickering on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts?” After all, it was Skysunder Ridge they’d be racing—the kind of place people barely made it out of alive. It was only natural for a young girl to get cold feet.

He was about to accept her retreat with a smile when Citrine spoke up, “You already burned a lot of energy in the morning race. Let’s set ours for the afternoon. Fair’s fair.”

Then she added, “My brother will ride shotgun with me. You should find someone to ride with you as well.”

Jonah hesitated for a moment, then scoffed and nodded. “Fine.”

With that settled, everyone headed to the dining hall for lunch. After the meal, they made their way back to the racetrack.

Just before the race, Citrine called out to Jonah.

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? Getting nervous?”

She let out a quiet, scornful laugh. “Mr. Griffin, since you and my brother had a wager, shouldn’t we add one to our race as well?” Her tone was playful, but there was a glint of challenge in her eyes. “After all, what fun is a race without a bet?”

Jonah paused, then asked, “What do you have in mind?”

Resting her chin on her hand, Citrine pretended to think it over. “Let’s see… If I win, you have to tell my brother ‘I’m sorry’ ten times—and from now on, every time you see him, you have to call him ‘Grandpa.’”