NovelUSAChapter 433 "Partnership?" Citrine let out a cold laugh.
She couldn't recall a single instance where CICI Group had ever partnered with Glenwood Group.
"Oh, yes. That's right," Talbot replied, utterly unfazed. He shot Citrine a disdainful glance, his voice brimming with smugness. "Glenwood Group is one of Crestwood's most established enterprises, with a legacy that speaks for itself. And CICI Group-well, you're the hottest new player in the city. It's only natural our two companies should join forces." Citrine's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Only natural? So, in other words, we haven't actually partnered-yet." She widened her eyes for effect, glancing around at the bystanders as she pressed a hand to her mouth in mock astonishment. "I know Mr. Glenwood is getting on in years, but I didn't realize his ego had grown even larger. He's seriously bragging about a partnership that doesn't even exist? That takes snerve." "You-!" Talbot's face flushed deep red; being called old was his sore spot, and the jab nearly knocked the wind out of him. He doubled over, coughing violently.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis assistant rushed to steady him, quickly producing a small pill and handing it over.
After a few moments, Talbot finally regained his composure.
He glared icily at Citrine. "Sharp tongue, aren't you? I'm not going to waste my targuing with an ignorant little girl." "The Glenwood family has an illustrious history. Glenwood Group is every bit as formidable as CICI Group. Sure, we haven't worked together yet, but I'm here tonight to change that." CICI Group's line of pharmaceutical cosmetics had taken the entire nation by storm. Their products were always sold out on every major sales app, topping the charts month after month. In less than six months since launch, they'd raked in profits everyone wanted a cut of—and Talbot was no exception.
Landing a deal with CICI Group would guarantee Glenwood Group's future.
The Glenwoods were Crestwood's most powerful family, and with Talbot's connections to the Black Network, they wielded considerable influence. Any shrewd business would jump at the chance to work with them—or so he thought. Talbot was secretly congratulating himself when Citrine suddenly burst out laughing.
"Mr. Glenwood, if this is what you cfor tonight, then congratulations." Talbot snorted, preparing to throw another insult her way-only for Citrine to continue, "Congratulations on being disappointed, that is." She arched her lips into a sly smile and settled comfortably back into her seat.
Talbot's face twisted with anger. No one in Crestwood had ever dared defy him he was the head of the city's most prominent family, for God's sake. But Citrine Carmichael had just put him in his place right in front of everyone.
As Talbot seethed, the doors to the banquet hall swung open and a sharply dressed man strode inside, briefcase in hand.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEveryone's attention snapped to him. Someone whispered, "Isn't that Manager Rogers from CICI Group's product development division?" Not long ago, he'd tried to negotiate a deal with Rogers, but was refused.
"What's he doing here?" "That guy's a big shot-he was on TV just last week." "Maybe he's here to represent their CEO at tonight's gala?" "Let's see if he puts that girl in her place." "This should be interesting."
A wave of speculation rippled m through the room. The content is on novelenglish.net!
Manager Rogers, oblivious to the murmurs, walked straight toward m Citrine. He stopped in front of her, bowed politely, and spoke with utmost respect. "President O Carmichael." A hush fell over the crowd, everyone stunned.
"President Carmichael? Did I hear that right?"
"Has he lost his mind, or have I? That girl can't be more than sixteen, and he just called her President Carmichael?"
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