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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 42
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Chapter 43 After the plagiarism scandal, Citrine becinfamous at Primus Academy, earning herself the nickn"the genius" among the students.

But the storm was far from over. Someone posted two new videos on the school forum: one showed Citrine on her knees in a hospital corridor, the other captured the moment she pushed Jeanette down a flight of stairs.

The comment section quickly descended into a torrent of insults.

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Within hours, the post shot straight to the trending list.

The fury spilled over. People followed the links from the forum all the way to Havencrest Preparatory Academy's board, and from there, they flooded Citrine's personal social media with abuse.

"Unbelievable. There's no limit to how twisted speople can be. Is she even human?" "Ladies, this girl is the top student at Havencrest. The so-called genius." "Genius? Please. That's just a label. Nothing more." "She'd be nothing without the Iverson family's money. Let's be real-she only topped the class because they groomed her. Without them, she'd be nobody." "I heard she paid the Iversons five million when she left, claiming she'd repaid their kindness. What a joke. The Iversons are old money-just her expenses over the years must've cost way more than five million." "A crow will never beca swan, no matter how hard it tries." "She's got snerve, honestly." "Such an ingrate. The Iversons took her in, and now she tries to hurt their real daughter? Vicious doesn't even begin to cover it." "People like her don't belong at Primus." "She's not even good enough to tie Jeanette's shoes." "Jeanette's got brains and class-Citrine Carmichael can't even compare." Citrine scrolled through the vitriol on her phone, idly flipping through post after post. She even laughed out loud at sof the more ridiculous comments. But when she saw someone insist she owed her top grades to the Iversons' "excellent upbringing," the amusement vanished from her face.

"The nerve of these people," Citrine muttered with a cold snort.

She didn't care what they called her, but claiming the Iversons were responsible for her achievements—that was something she couldn't stomach.

As if the Iversons deserved any credit.

For years, she'd paid her own way for everything-clothes, school supplies, even her daily expenses. Aside from sleeping under their roof and the occasional meal at their table, Citrine couldn't recall a single tthe Iversons had actually spent money on her.

The online abuse only intensified. Soon, someone posted her photo online, and malicious users even doctored the image to look like a funeral portrait.

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When Raymond saw the news, he acted immediately-he ordered the trending post taken down and had every photo of Citrine scrubbed from the web.

He clicked through each account that had posted the doctored images, his expression thunderous Track every one of these IPs and ban their accounts permanently," he commanded. They knew nothing about her-yet they hurled the worst kind of hatred at a teenager who'd done nothing to deserve it.

Raymond swiftly had Adler set up a social media account for him. Hen logged in, browsed the school forum, and by the the was done, his face was icy. "If it weren't for the trending post, I'd never have known my daughter was being bullied like this at school." "Leaving her alone to deal with all this... The Iverson family should be ashamed of themselves."

Adler finished reading through the comments as well, his heart aching for the young girl. She was just a kid, and yet she had to endure all of this. "Handthe car keys," Raymond said, rising from his desk and slipping on his coat.

"Where are you going, sir?" Adler glanced at his boss, passing him the keys.

"I'm going to the school to bring her home," Raymond replied, his face grim but his actions swift.