Chapter 645

Townsend's narcissism was one thing, but Stevenson-strutting around like a peacock in full display-was absolutely insufferable.

Monica and Wade both frowned almost in unison.

Monica, worried about corrupting her innocent little sister, cleared her throat loudly. "Stevenson, don't make me slap you."

Wade, far less polite, simply kicked out at Stevenson. "Stevenson, you idiot, if you try showing off in front of my sister one more time, I swear I'll knock your teeth in."

Stevenson dodged just in time. With the siblings ganging up on him, he finally relented and lowered his head. "Alright, alright, I was wrong! Please, spare me." Monica and Wade shot Stevenson one last withering glare but let it drop.

Just then, Citrine greeted the group as well.

After the hellos, Curry suddenly seemed to notice something. He stared at Citrine for a long moment before blurting out, "Wade, why does your sister look so familiar? Haven't we met her somewhere before?"

Townsend, hearing this, also regarded Citrine more closely and nodded. "Yeah, now that you mention it, I feel like I've seen her somewhere too."

With both of them saying the same thing, Stevenson couldn't help but step closer, scrutinizing Citrine for a solid minute.

Curry and Townsend, seeing Stevenson so serious, assumed he had the same feeling. "Well? Do you recognize her too?"

Stevenson was silent for a moment, then declared solemnly, "Honestly, I think you look familiar too. You remind me of someone I've met before."

"Who?" Citrine, seeing his earnest expression, was half-convinced.

Stevenson narrowed his eyes, looking thoughtful. "To be honest, you look exactly like the girl I keep seeing in my dreams-my next girlfriend."

Monica: ""

Wade: "..."

Townsend and Curry: "..."

Of course. They should've known better than to expect anything sane from Stevenson.

This guy was out of his mind.

Citrine's look at Stevenson was now equal parts speechless and disturbed.

Worried her sister might actually be frightened, Monica quickly stepped in front of Citrine, shielding her.

She gritted her teeth. "Stevenson, you really ought to check yourself into a mental hospital. If you're sick, get help."

Wade was just as pissed.

"Stevenson, I'm warning you-don't think about my

even

and she's a swan. You're a

even worthy to tie her shoes."

not

Stevenson was Crestwood's most notorious playboy; forget women—even a passing cow wasn't safe from his attention.

"Alright, alright! I'll stop, I promise." He actually did like Citrine, but with his friends so riled up, he knew when to quit.

No sooner had Stevenson finished his sentence, Curry suddenly let out a cry.

"CrimsonFirst! CICI Group President Carmichael! Chairwoman of Crestwood Medical Research Center!"

He couldn't hold back his excitement and nearly shouted.

He remembered Wade claiming during the last Titan Showdown tournament that Crimson First was his sister, but he hadn't believed him. Now, unbelievably, it was true.

My God. She'd been making waves online in every field-business, medicine,

gaming, literature-she seemed to excel at everything.

With Curry's outburst, Townsend quickly recalled several recent news stories.

"No way. You're incredible-you're

like

my idol You have no idea how much my whole family worships you. We even have your photo in our living room. My parents are

expecting another kid, and every day they light candles and pray in front of your picture, hoping they'll have a daughter like you."