The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 369

Sebastian had just finished his shower and hadn't been out for long.

He lounged lazily on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, exuding an air of effortless detachment. The crisp, tailored white dress shirt hugged his tall frame perfectly, the top buttons undone to reveal a hint of defined chest muscles— undeniably attractive.

He lit a cigarette with practiced ease, took a deep drag, and exhaled a lazy swirl of smoke before finally turning his cool gaze toward the middle-aged man standing before him. Sebastian's lips parted in a languid drawl. "How did it go?"

The man stood respectfully, watching Sebastian's expression with anxious caution. "CICI Group refused."

Sebastian paused mid-flick, ashes dangling from his cigarette. A flicker of amusement lit his eyes. "Interesting."

He didn't seem the least bit surprised.

The middle-aged man hesitated, nervously wetting his lips before continuing, "Not only did they refuse, but the woman who met with you today said... that CICI Group only plays to win. If, one day, the entire Shadow Syndicate is willing to answer to them, maybe just maybe they'd consider joining us."

Sebastian had just taken another drag when the words hit him. He choked, coughing hard as the smoke caught in his throat.

moment before he

Small as she is, her ambition's something else." The nerve to think she

what went on in Sebastian's mind. Around this

"Sir, since CICI Group turned down

along the spot where Sebastian once felt like

Thad, eyebrows raised. "By the way, what's

"You mean the CICI Group rep?

Sebastian nodded. "Her."

lead negotiators, I think. Her name's Citrine

the name linger on his

order. "Find out

sounded almost relieved to have an excuse to leave, and he hurried out of the

exactly

the cigarette smoke