NovelUSAChapter 470 "She's not just my boss anymore. She's my guiding light." "And it's not just me. There are so many people at our company who were struggling to get by, until we met the CEO. She changed our lives for the better." "That's why everyone's willing to go the extra mile for her-even risk everything- and no one ever complains." These days, it feels like ninety percent of business owners would work their employees to the bone if they could. The moment they spot someone taking a breather, they act as if they're losing a fortune. Asking for toff? You might as well try moving a mountain.
With the way things have been going lately, it's only gotten worse.
So, having a boss like Citrine? Everyone knows how lucky they are. And they're grateful.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMonica listened quietly as Carlotta finished. She pressed her lips together and said, "Citrine's a good person." Who'd have thought there was such a kind heart behind that distant expression? Monica felt a rush of emotion.
It was as if she suddenly understood her sister on a whole new level, and the realization filled her with delight. Saturday morning, Travis arrived at Crestwood with Sylvan Carney, Springer, and a few others.
Citrine had barely woken up when they arrived-Travis and the others had roused her out of bed, insisting she join them for a day at the racetrack.
Even as she climbed into Travis's car, Citrine was still half-asleep.
Travis glanced at his sleepy sister, guilt and affection written all over his face. "It's my fault for showing up so early. Poor Citrine didn't even get a chance to rest." Citrine forced herself to smile through her drowsiness. "It's fine, big brother. I can catch a few winks in the car and I'll be good as new." With that, she leaned back in the rear seat, closed her eyes, and drifted off.
She didn't wake until they pulled into the North Steed Summit Circuit-a sprawling raceway, famous in Crestwood for hosting major professional events.
Once they'd arrived, everyone pulled out their beloved cars, ready to roll.
Sylvan raised an eyebrow, flashing a challenging grin. "Travis, how about it? Up for a race?" Travis's it. He didn't even it course were practically the floor with you.get "Of wipe Get ready, I'm about to the floor with you." No sooner had Travis finished speaking than Citrine heard a burst of angry shouting nearby.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Wade, you jerk! Lost the bet and you still won't admit it?" "You're a Saunders, for crying out loud. Lose toand you can't even own up to it-don't you find that embarrassing?" Citrine and the others turned toward the commotion.
She was surprised to see the two groups facing off.
Travis let out a cold snort, his irritation clear. "Isn't that the lunatic from the Titan Showdown-and Citrine's old rival?" He shook his head, clearly annoyed. "Just our luck. Enemies everywhere."
From a distance, Wade looked a mess-scrapes all over his face and body, his clothes torn and bloodied. He was being supported on either side, clearly worse for wear Across from him stood Quentin, perfectly put-together in his suit, not a scratch to be see racimet even a single hair out of Side by side, Wade looked downright pitiful.
Quentin smirked, his tone dripping with mockery. "What's wrong, Mr. Saunders? Afraid to admit defeat?" As soon as Quentin finished, his friends started jeering at Wade.
"Con, get down and bow to Mr. Aldridge."
"That's right, Mr. Saunders. You wouldn't want everyone in the scene to know you can't handle losing, would you?" "If you're beaten, admit it. You lost to Mr. Aldridge-deal with it."
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