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

the first time he'd felt the

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

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

here?" he asked with a

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

tried to explain, "Actually, this

young woman appeared, holding out a small container. "President

at Sebastian. "Good morning,

picked up her phone from the little tray in front of Sebastian and

go and turned

later, the bus rumbled to

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

noticed she wasn't asleep and

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

her gently parted lips. He didn't think twice before the words slipped

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