The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 710

He glanced at the girl wearing a surgical mask and asked, "When will your chairman be arriving?"

Citrine didn't answer right away. Instead, she walked over, took a seat across from him, and introduced herself. "Mr. Gorman, it's nice to meet you. I'm Citrine Carmichael."

She'd caught a cold last night after getting chilled and, not wanting to infect anyone, had no choice but to show up with a mask covering her face.

"You're Citrine Carmichael?" Gorman sounded genuinely surprised.

"Yes," she replied with a slight nod, her voice hoarse.

She looked Gorman in the eye. "So, are you here today to discuss business, Mr. Gorman, or is this about Jeanette?"

Gorman's expression remained icy, his demeanor less than friendly. Citrine guessed, with little doubt, that this was about Jeanette.

Sure enough, he didn't hesitate. "I heard President Carmichael showed up at my house yesterday and bullied someone." His tone was sharp, every word edged in accusation.

"So Jeanette ran straight to you to complain, huh?" Citrine wasn't surprised. If there was one thing Jeanette excelled at, it was twisting the truth to suit herself.

insistent. "President Carmichael, you went after someone under my protection.

To this moment, Citrine still couldn't

then said, "An apology. And compensation -ten million

million dollars? Why don't you just go rob a bank?" Citrine almost laughed in disbelief,

have to rip it straight out of her

no intention of backing down. His gaze was cold and unyielding, the threat clear in his eyes. "President Carmichael, not just anyone gets to cross my people and walk

out a derisive laugh. "And what if I

frosty smile. "Then you deal

stood

a serious stare. "I hear your

have partnerships with us-the G Group. And as

was unmistakable, woven

darkened, bit

before. If

shot back, "Mr. Gorman, are you really so sure that CICI

a hint of a smile as

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