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.

darkened, his

done was slander her and send her abroad, surely that wasn't enough to warrant this level

in his mind-the vivid, unsettling vision that felt less like a dream

box from a bodyguard and handing it to

the old man said, his usual sternness softened by

Citrine smiled politely

gratitude and a quiet apology for the past. He had never actually harmed her, and she saw

time Raymond had seen his father go out of his way to be kind to someone, and he

it," Weston encouraged, a rare warmth flickering across his

at him and opened the

lay a jade bracelet, luminous and beautiful—a piece

Citrine

good eye," Weston replied, unable to hide

once bought for Aunt Margaret?" Raymond's