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."

Citrine replied, a hint

the contented look on Hilda's face, Citrine felt a

word, she nudged a

didn't have much of an appetite-she never had—and after just one bowl of rice, she was already full. Hilda, on the other hand, happily

satisfied did Hilda finally head

Hilda made a spontaneous visit

was stunned when the receptionist informed him

had never been any collaboration between the Carmichael Group and C. Corp. What on earth

immediately instructed

saw each other, and the woman's gaze seemed even

feeling that she harbored some

that he cared much for her,

a glance in her direction,

busy. What brings you to the Carmichael Group? Unless I'm mistaken, our

the sofa in Raymond's office, and crossed her

"You're right. This isn't a

shop." isn't

lips curling into a thin, almost mocking smile. "A personal matter? If I recall

could we possibly

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