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.

sure they had the best benefits and treated everyone with real respect. The staff remembered her kindness

a relationship between a leader and her team, the first time he'd felt the warmth of

bus. A faint smile played at his lips, and he

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

sit here?" he asked with

she could answer, Sebastian had already dropped into

to explain, "Actually, this

could finish, a young woman appeared, holding out a small container. "President Carmichael, I brought you some

at Sebastian. "Good

up her phone from the little

go and turned back

rumbled to life,

the night before, and her eyelids felt heavy. She leaned back, closing her eyes, hoping

she wasn't asleep and

her mouth, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not really rough. Just

her gently parted

at her temples. He'd leaned in so close that she could catch a hint of his