Chapter 84 Jeanette suddenly snapped. Tears streaming down her face, she screamed at the group, "You pathetic fools! What's the point of defending Citrine? The Iversons don't protect her anymore-even if she found her real dad, he's dirt poor! What does she have to compete with me? I was born to live the good life. My starting line is where her finish line ends!" Citrine watched Jeanette's meltdown with mild amusement. Honestly, she found Jeanette a bit more tolerable like this-throwing a tantrum-than when she used to put on that pathetic, fragile act.
Jeanette's outburst sucked all the air out of the room. The classroom fell silent; no one had expected Jeanette, who always played the victim, to say something so venomous.
Most of the students at their school cfrom ordinary backgrounds. They naturally sided with Citrine, and Jeanette's words only made her more unpopular.
Finally, sobbing, Jeanette ran out of the classroom.
As soon as she was gone, a crowd formed around Citrine, everyone eager to reassure her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Don't listen to her, Citrine! Even without the Iversons, I know you'll do amazing things." "It's their loss, honestly. The Iversons don't deserve a daughter like you." In that moment, everyone seemed to forget that Citrine was the shigh school girl who had forked over five million dollars to buy her way out of her family. That kind of money didn't just fall from the sky-it meant she had exceptional talent and a mind for business.
Citrine had no idea why Jeanette was so convinced her biological father was broke, but she couldn't be bothered to explain. Let them think what they wanted.
It had been a while since she last checked the publishing contract for her . Suddenly remembering, Citrine logged onto her writing account to take a look.
The moment she logged in, she was bombarded by a flood of notifications. There were endless comments from readers urging her to update, plus several direct messages from editors.
She clicked on the first one.
"Obsidian, your Innocent is currently the top-ranked work on our platform. Several companies are interested in acquiring the rights. Would you be available for an in-person meeting?" "Obsidian, it's been days since you signed the contract-could we have your contact details?" Since she hadn't seen the earlier messages, the editor had sent a string of nearly identical follow-ups, all either asking for her contact info or proposing a face-to-face meeting.
Without hesitation, Citrine sent over her phone number.
No sooner had she hit send than her phone buzzed with a new notification.
"No way, that was fast." She opened her messages and, sure enough, saw a new friend request. Citrine accepted.
Immediately, her phone chimed again and again with incoming messages. "Obsidian! I can't believe I finally reached you-I'm so excited!" "Your is incredible. It's currently the hottest seller on our entire site." "I'm seriously lucky to be working with someone as talented as you." "You probably don't know this, but I'm actually a huge fan of your work!" The messages rolled in so quickly that Citrine had no idea where to start, so she just replied to each one in turn.
The editor chatted with her enthusiastically about plot points and characters and Citrine answered every question thoughtfully.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf the editor hadn't had to work, Citrine suspected they might, talked they have all night. Finally, they agreed to all meet on Saturday, and Citrine closed the chat.
With nothing else to do, she scrolled through her readerscomments nearly all glowing praise, En. with only a few rare criticisms. Then, on impulse, she clicked into the site's royalties dashboard.
She nearly jumped out of her chair.
The total royalties for the past three months had reached five million dollars.
Citrine always knew that writing could make her smoney, but she'd never expected it to be this much.
Between the five million she'd already made and this new windfall, she was set for life.
Grinning at the sight of so many zeroes, Citrine tried to cash out-and to her delight, the whole sum transferred instantly.