The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 433

"Partnership?" Citrine let out a cold laugh.

She couldn't recall a single instance where CICI Group had ever partnered with Glenwood Group.

"Oh, yes. That's right," Talbot replied, utterly unfazed. He shot Citrine a disdainful glance, his voice brimming with smugness. "Glenwood Group is one of Crestwood's most established enterprises, with a legacy that speaks for itself. And CICI Group-well, you're the hottest new player in the city. It's only natural our two companies should join forces."

Citrine's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Only natural? So, in other words, we haven't actually partnered-yet."

She widened her eyes for effect, glancing around at the bystanders as she pressed a hand to her mouth in mock astonishment. “I know Mr. Glenwood is getting on in years, but I didn't realize his ego had grown even larger. He's seriously bragging about a partnership that doesn't even exist? That takes some nerve."

"You-!" Talbot's face flushed deep red; being called old was his sore spot, and the jab nearly knocked the wind out of him. He doubled over, coughing violently.

His assistant rushed to steady him, quickly producing a small pill and handing it

over.

moments, Talbot finally regained his

at Citrine. "Sharp tongue, aren't you? I'm not going to waste my time arguing

Glenwood family has an illustrious history. Glenwood Group is every bit as formidable as CICI Group. Sure, we haven't worked together yet, but I'm here

sold out on every major sales app, topping the charts month after month. In less than six months since launch, they'd raked in profits everyone wanted a cut of―and Talbot was no

Group

Crestwood's most powerful family, and with Talbot's connections to the Black Network, they wielded considerable influence. Any shrewd business would jump at the chance to work with them—or so he thought. Talbot was secretly congratulating himself when Citrine suddenly burst out

for tonight, then congratulations." Talbot snorted, preparing to throw another insult her way-only for Citrine to continue,

her lips into a sly smile and

one in Crestwood had ever dared defy him he was the head of the city's most prominent family, for God's sake. But Citrine

to the banquet hall swung open and a sharply dressed man

to him. Someone whispered, "Isn't that Manager Rogers from CICI Group's product development division?" Not long

"What's he doing here?"

shot-he was on TV just

to represent their