The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 727

Monday morning, Citrine woke up early and, after a quick breakfast, grabbed her suitcase and headed out the door.

This time, the company had organized a special team-building retreat and even chartered a bus, which now waited out front.

By the time Citrine arrived with her luggage, most of the employees were already gathered, chatting in small groups near the bus.

As soon as they spotted her, everyone seemed to perk up, quickly making their way over.

"Good morning, President Carmichael!”

"President Carmichael, did you have breakfast? I brought a croissant for you, just in case."

"President Carmichael, please, you should get on first."

"Here, let me take your bag, President Carmichael."

One by one, her employees greeted her with genuine warmth, eager to help.

Sebastian Vesper stood off to the side, silently taking it all in. When he'd first joined CICI Group, he'd been surprised-almost skeptical-of how the staff treated Citrine. At first, he'd assumed they were just trying to curry favor with the boss. But as time went on, seeing more of how things worked, he realized it wasn't about flattery.

benefits and treated everyone with

time he'd seen such a relationship between a leader and her team, the first time he'd felt the warmth of CICI Group. It was nothing like any other company he'd known; there was a

employees, boarded the bus. A faint smile played at

pulling out her phone. She was scrolling through messages when she suddenly noticed someone blocking the light.

here?" he asked with a

into the seat next to her, making himself

to explain, "Actually,

woman appeared, holding out a small container. "President Carmichael, I brought

at Sebastian. "Good morning, Mr.

phone from the little tray in front of Sebastian and slipped

and turned back

minutes later, the bus rumbled to life, and they

hadn't slept enough the night before, and her eyelids felt heavy. She leaned back, closing her eyes, hoping to recharge

she wasn't asleep and spoke up quietly,

voice barely above a whisper. "Not really rough.

gaze flicked to her gently parted lips. He didn't think twice before the words

could ask, his cool fingertips were already pressing lightly at her temples. He'd