NovelUSAChapter 309 After the grueling days of orientation training, the long-awaited fall break finally arrived.
The night before the holiday, Citrine was having dinner with her roommates when her phone suddenly buzzed-it was a call from Raymond.
The restaurant was noisy, and Citrine could barely hear him, so she put the call on speaker.
"Citrine, when are you coming home?" Raymond's voice carried a hint of anticipation.
Citrine hesitated, unsure how to tell him she wasn't planning to cback.
When she stayed silent, Raymond rushed to fill the gap. "Your dad and grandpa miss you so much. When are you coming home? I'll have Wilma make your favorite little cake." A man known for his decisiveness in the business world now sounded almost pleading, as if terrified his daughter might refuse to chome.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn this moment, Raymond was nothing but a father longing for his daughter's return.
Citrine pressed her lips together, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt. She changed her mind in an instant, smiling as she said, "I'll chtomorrow." On the other end, Raymond exhaled in relief, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. "Then I'll have the family's private plane pick you up tomorrow." "Alright," Citrine replied.
With that, she promptly hung up.
She set her phone down and was about to reseating, only to realize her roommates had stopped mid-bite, staring at her with wide eyes.
"What's with those looks?" Citrine blinked in confusion.
She picked up her phone to check her reflection. "Do I have something on my face?" Her roommates, Ingrid and the others, had overheard the entire conversation.
Ingrid stared at Citrine, for the first tacutely aware of the gulf between ordinary people and the truly wealthy.
She swallowed nervously. "Citrine, what kind of family do you cfrom? They're sending a private jet for you?" Jane chimed in, "A real-life heiress, right here." Lisa grinned, "Guess we lucked out with our roommate." Ingrid gazed at Citrine with open envy. "And your dad spoils you so much." Citrine just smiled. “Con, I'm the mastermind behind CICI Group. What's a private jet to me?" "Alright, alright, our big boss has us covered!" "President Carmichael, we're sticking with you no matter what!" Jane joked.
The girls burst out laughing, thinking Citrine was playing along with the joke from last time. No one took it seriously.
Citrine just smiled, letting it go without further explanation.
The next morning, Citrine headed home.
The entire Carmichael family was gathered, waiting for her return.
When Citrine walked in, she found everyone seated neatly around the dining table. The table was piled high with food, but no one had touched a thing.
"I'm home," Citrine announced, glancing at the expectant faces.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Citrine, you've lost weight," Raymond's father, Weston Carmichael, rose and walked over, taking Citrine's luggage from her. His eyes were suspiciously bright.
Manley Carmichael added, "And you've gotten a bit of a tan." "Con, Citrine," Raymond called warmly. "I had Wilma make your favorite cake, and everything on the table is what you like best." Citrine glanced at the spread-every dish was vegetarian, just the way she liked it.
So... this is what it feels like to chome? A strange ache twisted in Citrine's chest.
Turns out, having someone wait for you doesn't mean you're about to be scolded.
Back when she lived with the Iversons, she was just anafterthought no one cared where she was, let alone waited up for her. If she'd ever kept the Iverson family waiting, she'd have been in for a lecture.
Now, with everyone's eyes on her, stay Citrine took her seat beside Travis' Garmichael.
It had been a month since the Carmichaels had seen her, and the omr moment she sat down, Weston O started fussing over her, completely forgetting his old rule: No talking at the table, no chatting before bed.
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