The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 462

At that moment, Citrine didn't pick up on the true meaning behind Hilda's question; she simply assumed her mother was making casual conversation.

She shook her head. "No, the Carmichaels have a housekeeper. They don't need me to help out."

Hilda looked unconvinced, suspecting her daughter might be covering for the Carmichaels. Still, she chose not to press further.

Instead, Hilda made a mental note to visit the Carmichael family herself when she had the time.

Having Hilda pitch in really sped things up.

In the end, Citrine cooked six dishes and a soup, and the two of them sat down to eat together.

"Try some," Citrine said, handing Hilda a fork.

The meal looked delicious, but it was the aroma that made it irresistible.

Hilda's stomach had been growling for ages. She wasted no time spearing a piece of food and popping it into her mouth.

It was delicious-so much better than she had expected. Her eyes went wide in delight as she turned to Citrine. "This is amazing! Even better than Nathalie's cooking at home."

replied, a

Hilda's face, Citrine felt

a few

much of an appetite-she never had—and after just one bowl of rice, she was already full. Hilda, on the other

did

days later, Hilda made a spontaneous visit to the Carmichael Group

was stunned when the receptionist informed him that President Saunders of C.

and C. Corp. What on earth was President Saunders doing

his composure, Raymond immediately instructed his assistant to bring her

they last saw each other, and the woman's

nagging feeling that she harbored some inexplicable hostility toward

cared much for her,

glance in her

brings you to the Carmichael Group? Unless I'm mistaken, our companies don't have any

sofa in Raymond's office, and crossed her legs with an air

isn't a business call-I'm not here

shop." isn't

and took a seat across from her, his lips curling into a thin, almost mocking smile. "A personal matter? If I recall correctly,

business could