The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 21

The Carmichael Group's conference room was shrouded in tense silence.

All the senior executives fixed their eyes on Raymond, who sat at the head of the table reviewing the proposal. No one even dared to breathe too loudly, each one secretly wishing they could crawl under the table and vanish-anything to avoid being the first in line for criticism.

For them, every meeting felt like a grueling ordeal.

After a long, uneasy pause, Raymond finally spoke. "Not bad."

At once, beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of the department heads.

A few began to whisper nervously to each other.

"Did I hear that right? Did President Carmichael have too much to drink last night?"

"Did he just say 'not bad'?"

One executive wiped his brow, his anxiety deepening. "You don't get it. This is just the calm before the storm. Ever heard of 'the higher the praise, the harder the fall'? Brace yourself-he's about to tear our proposal to shreds."

Oblivious to the collective anxiety tightening in the room, Raymond glanced around, lowering his voice. "Well? Why are you still sitting here?"

"All proposals are approved. Meeting adjourned."

leaving a roomful of stunned executives staring wide-eyed at

"God, am I dreaming?"

that really President Carmichael? Did I hear

approved everything? Pinch me, would you,

over a new

his office, Raymond found Citrine, headphones on, gaming

face before and couldn't help but

Raymond left to meet a client. Not five

high heels echoed closer

yanked her power cable out. She pulled off her headphones, fixing her gaze on

white dress, her black hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked like she'd stepped out of

you think you're doing?" Citrine's good

could sense the woman's hostility as clearly as a slap, and saw no reason

finding none. The girl was stunning-flawless

Carmichael?"

an innocent little thing, Citrine thought. She's playing

Citrine arched a brow, her

wanted answers, she'd get

moment,