NovelUSAChapter 481 Everyone raised their glasses in a toast, their faces masked with polite smiles that felt as thin and brittle as glass.
Citrine glanced around the table, her lips curling into a faint, enigmatic smile. "Thank you all for your kind words." From start to finish, she hadn't even touched her glass.
She could easily tell that most of these people were fawning for their own gain; genuine admiration was in short supply.
But Citrine didn't care. Now that she stood at the top, she no longer needed to cater to anyone's whims.
She would drink if she felt like it-and if she didn't, she could just as easily flip the table and walk out.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe others kept their glasses raised, their eyes flickering uneasily toward Citrine, smiles freezing uncomfortably on their faces.
Still, no one dared to speak up. Finally, someone tried to break the tension, smiling as he said, "President Carmichael, you're young, brilliant, and truly inspiring. We'll finish this round in your honor-please, join us if you wish." With that, the group downed their drinks in unison, the awkward atmosphere dissolving somewhat.
A sharp one, Citrine thought, letting her gaze linger on the man for a moment longer.
Meanwhile, Carlotta, catching Citrine's thoughts, leaned in and murmured softly, "That's Mr. Shaw from Crestwood Hospital. He's very interested in our medical Al robots." Citrine nodded, understanding at once.
As intelligent robots becmore widespread, hospitals and corporations everywhere were eager to invest in efficient, state-of-the-art models.
CICI Group's line of Al robots was the industry's gold standard-most advanced, most reliable, and most successful in the country, making them every business's first choice.
The competition's products either failed basic tests or lacked essential features; none of the people here would even consider them.
Now, everyone at the table was scrambling to highlight their hospital's or company's strengths. Citrine listened intently, sometimes leaning over to whisper a quick word to Carlotta.
They had just finished a quiet exchange when Mr. Fuller, his face stretched in an oily grin, looked at Citrine and asked, "President Carmichael, you've accomplished so much at such a young age. You must be too busy for a boyfriend, am I right?" Citrine shot him a look, baffled by his sudden turn to her private life. Her brows knitted in annoyance. "No, I don't have one." As soon as she answered, a spark flashed in Mr. Fuller's eyes. He glanced meaningfully at the young man beside him, his gaze laced with threat.
"You-go have a drink with President Carmichael," he ordered.
"Mr. Fuller..." Carney hesitated, his face going chalk white, resistance clear in his eyes.
When Carney didn't move, Danny Fuller shot him a venomous glare and muttered under his breath, "Do you want to keep your job?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThen, leaning closer, he whispered, "If you can get President Carmichaehto loosen up. I'llet your parents off the hook. After that, our debts are settled." That promise made Carney's eyes light up with hope. He asked earnestly, "You really mean it?" Danny Fuller clapped him on the shoulder, smiling. "Of course." With everyone watching, Carney stood and walked over to Citrine, taking the seat beside her.
"President Carmichael, letoffer you a drink," he said.
His voice was cool, almost icy, but pleasant to the ear.
From the moment he'd entered the room, Carney had been struck byn President Carmichael's beauty. Sitting so close now, her elegance was even more overwhelming. Her face was simply stunning-impossible to look away from.
Carney found himself staring, momentarily spellbound.
Citrine didn't pick up her glass. She just turned her head to look at him.
He sat with his back straight, proud yet respectful. Even seated, he was a head taller than her. His sharp jawline and strong features gave him an air of unyielding seriousness.
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