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."

he closed his laptop and strode out, leaving

"God, am I dreaming?"

that really President Carmichael? Did

me, would you, Steve-I

turned over a new leaf, or someone's swapped

Raymond found Citrine, headphones on, gaming with fierce

and couldn't help but

to meet a client. Not five minutes after he'd gone, the office door swung

high heels echoed

power cable out. She pulled off

cascading over her shoulders. She looked like she'd stepped

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

as clearly as a slap, and saw no reason to be

up and down, searching for a single flaw and finding none. The girl was stunning-flawless from head to toe- which

Carmichael?"

little thing, Citrine thought. She's

of your business." Citrine arched a brow,

answers, she'd get none

moment, Valerie was