The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 763

That night, on the drive home, Wade Saunders couldn’t shake off what Mrs. Black had said about him at Curry Black’s birthday party—how she’d called him utterly useless.

In the past, he wouldn’t have cared. He’d never wanted to be anything more than a carefree trust fund kid. But tonight, his little sister had been there too. The thought that someone as accomplished as Citrine had a brother like him—a disappointment—gnawed at him.

The car was unusually quiet as they made their way back.

It was Citrine who finally broke the silence, glancing at her troubled brother. “What’s wrong, Wade? You look upset.”

Wade hesitated for a moment before replying, “Citrine, I’m sorry. I embarrassed you tonight.”

She blinked, surprised that tonight’s events were bothering him.

With a gentle smile, she said, “Come on, Wade. You don’t have to worry about what Mr. Gorman or Mrs. Black said. They don’t know you.”

Wade was about to brush it off, but Citrine continued, “When you were eighteen, you took first place in the racing league. At nineteen, you placed third in your first international pro race. At twenty, you won the city championship, and at twenty-one, you took the top spot in the state competition. Wade, your path has been paved with success. You’ve never been less than anyone else.”

Never less than anyone else.

Wade could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Citrine smiled at him. “In your field, you’re already outstanding. But if you don’t think it’s enough, you could start your own racing team—compete together, share the passion, and shine even brighter.”

“A racing team?” Wade’s eyes lit up with excitement.

But then he remembered he’d never actually started his own business before, and doubt crept in. “Citrine, do you really think I could pull that off?”

“Of course,” Citrine said, her voice unwavering.