The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 481

Everyone raised their glasses in a toast, their faces masked with polite smiles that felt as thin and brittle as glass.

Citrine glanced around the table, her lips curling into a faint, enigmatic smile. "Thank you all for your kind words."

From start to finish, she hadn't even touched her glass.

She could easily tell that most of these people were fawning for their own gain; genuine admiration was in short supply.

But Citrine didn't care. Now that she stood at the top, she no longer needed to cater to anyone's whims.

She would drink if she felt like it—and if she didn't, she could just as easily flip the table and walk out.

The others kept their glasses raised, their eyes flickering uneasily toward Citrine, smiles freezing uncomfortably on their faces.

Still, no one dared to speak up. Finally, someone tried to break the tension, smiling as he said, “President Carmichael, you're young, brilliant, and truly inspiring. We'll finish this round in your honor-please, join us if you wish."

With that, the group downed their drinks in unison, the awkward atmosphere dissolving somewhat.

A sharp one, Citrine thought, letting her gaze linger on the man for a moment longer.

Carlotta, catching Citrine's thoughts, leaned in and murmured softly, "That's Mr. Shaw from Crestwood Hospital. He's

understanding at

intelligent robots became more widespread, hospitals and corporations everywhere were

Group's line of Al robots was the industry's gold standard-most advanced, most reliable, and most successful

or lacked essential features; none of the people

table was scrambling to highlight their

strengths. Citrine listened intently,

quick word

had just finished

Mr. Fuller,

oily grin, looked

much at such

too busy

am I right?"

shot him a look, baffled by his sudden turn to her private

spark flashed in Mr. Fuller's eyes. He glanced meaningfully

drink with President

his face going chalk white,

glare and muttered under his breath,