The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 309

After the grueling days of orientation training, the long-awaited fall break finally arrived.

The night before the holiday, Citrine was having dinner with her roommates when her phone suddenly buzzed-it was a call from Raymond.

The restaurant was noisy, and Citrine could barely hear him, so she put the call on speaker.

"Citrine, when are you coming home?" Raymond's voice carried a hint of anticipation.

Citrine hesitated, unsure how to tell him she wasn't planning to come back.

When she stayed silent, Raymond rushed to fill the gap. "Your dad and grandpa miss you so much. When are you coming home? I'll have Wilma make your favorite little cake."

A man known for his decisiveness in the business world now sounded almost pleading, as if terrified his daughter might refuse to come home.

In this moment, Raymond was nothing but a father longing for his daughter's return.

Citrine pressed her lips together, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt. She changed her mind in an instant, smiling as she said, "I'll come home tomorrow."

On the other end, Raymond exhaled in relief, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. "Then I'll have the family's private plane pick you up tomorrow."

"Alright," Citrine replied.

she promptly hung

about to resume eating, only to realize her roommates

those looks?"

check her reflection.

Ingrid and the others,

for the first time acutely aware

of family do you

"A

grinned, "Guess we lucked out with

gazed at Citrine with open envy. "And your dad spoils you

just smiled. “Come on, I'm the mastermind behind CICI Group.

our big boss

with you no matter

playing along with the

smiled, letting it

next morning,

Carmichael family was gathered, waiting for

walked in, she found everyone seated neatly around the dining table. The table was piled high with food, but

announced, glancing at

father, Weston Carmichael, rose and walked over, taking

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