The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 109

The Carmichael Group was CICI Group's ideal partner, and both Raymond and Carlotta knew it all too well. With Carlotta also aware of Citrine's true identity, it took them barely five minutes to hammer out the details and seal the deal.

Citrine, however, didn't participate in the negotiations. Propping her head on her hand, she drifted off, lost in thought over whether she should buy out the Iverson family if their business went under. She was so absorbed that she didn't even notice the meeting had ended until Raymond called her name several times, snapping her back to reality.

Noticing the furrow in her brow, Raymond asked, "What's on your mind?"

She looked at him, her tone calm. "I was thinking about the Iverson family."

Raymond paused, surprised. Citrine was young, and even if she'd cut ties with the Iversons, he imagined she couldn't be entirely indifferent. As he was searching for comforting words, she continued, "I'm wondering when the Iverson family will finally go bankrupt."

Raymond blinked, taken aback. "Do you really want to see them go under?" The bitterness in her voice hinted at deep resentment.

She met his gaze and answered earnestly, "Absolutely." The Iversons' company, she reasoned, would make a perfect branch office for CICI Group in Havencrest.

But after a moment, she added, "But now's not the time." If they went bankrupt now, it would be letting them off too easily.

expression darkened,

on earth had the Iverson family done to her? If all they'd done was slander her and send her abroad,

that day's hypnosis session flashed in his mind-the vivid, unsettling vision that felt less like a dream and more like a memory. Every time

Weston approached, taking a sleek black box from a bodyguard and handing

the old man said, his usual sternness softened by a hint

smiled politely and accepted

was expressing both gratitude and a quiet apology for the past. He had never actually harmed her, and she saw no reason

was the first time Raymond had seen his father go out of his way to be kind to

a rare warmth flickering

and

beautiful—a piece that clearly carried both value and

Citrine said

eye," Weston replied, unable to hide his

bracelet you once bought for Aunt Margaret?" Raymond's shock