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.

her team. She made sure they had the best benefits and treated everyone with real respect. The staff remembered her kindness and worked hard, treating Citrine almost

and her team, the first time he'd felt the warmth of CICI Group. It was nothing like

Citrine, surrounded by her employees, boarded the bus. A faint

back, pulling out her phone. She was scrolling through messages when she suddenly noticed someone blocking the light. Looking up, she found

he asked with a small,

could answer, Sebastian had already dropped into the seat next to her,

tried to explain, "Actually, this

before she could finish, a young woman appeared, holding out a

at Sebastian. "Good morning,

she picked up her phone from the little tray in

it go and

few minutes later, the bus rumbled

her eyelids felt heavy. She leaned back, closing her eyes, hoping to

asleep and spoke

above a whisper. "Not really rough. Just not enough sleep.

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

quite catching his meaning. Before she could ask, his cool fingertips were already pressing lightly at her