NovelUSAChapter 487 Inside the lounge.
Danny Fuller gazed coldly at Carney, a hard glint flickering in his eyes.
"You know how things are, Carney. The Fuller Group's business has been slipping lately. If we can't win over President Carmichael..." He paused, his voice suddenly turning sharp and menacing. "I'll have no choice but to send someone to break your parents' legs." Carney froze, his face draining of color.
No sooner had Danny uttered the threat than he put on his usual mask of fake benevolence, flashing a thin smile at Carney. "You've got a good-looking face, Carney. You should learn how to use it." "You know what I mean, right?" He gave Carney's shoulder two patronizing pats.
"But President Carmichael turneddown today." Carney's hands curled into fists, his voice trembling.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDanny snorted, his tone smug and certain. "You're shy, that's all. With so many people around, anyone would feel embarrassed." She's just an eighteen-year-old girl, he thought with contempt. No matter how tough she acts, she can't resist a little temptation. He doubted her personal life was as squeaky clean as she pretended.
Hell, for all he knew, she'd been with more men than he'd ever kept women.
And with a face like Carney's? He didn't believe for a second Carney would shrug off an opportunity like this. Danny's voice grew sly. "In a couple of days, President Carmichael has a business trip. I'll get you into her suite, Carney. That's your chance-make her happy." As he spoke, an oily, lascivious grin spread across his face.
Carney's stomach churned in disgust, but the thought of his family's crushing debt —and his parents, held hostage by loan sharks-left him no room to argue.
He forced out, "Understood." Ever since the bankruptcy, his parents had changed. His father spent his days chasing reckless investments, while his mother gambled away everything they had. They were bottomless pits, and this time, they'd borrowed from people tied to the Fuller Group itself. If he didn't pay back the loan, Danny Fuller would never let his parents go.
Sometimes Carney hated them both-but he couldn't bring himself to abandon them.
A few days later, Citrine attended a gala hosted by one of the city's old families, Bored out of her mind halfway through, she decided to slip away, intending to change out of her dress in her suite before leaving.
In her room, Citrine freshened up, then headed back into the bedroom.
She'd barely started unzipping her dress when she noticed a man on the bed, lounging in a white bathrobe. Citrine startled, heart racing.
The man's skin was flushed pink, the blush spreading from his neck up to his ears.
He looked up and said softly, "President Carmichael." She recognized him instantly-he was the syoung man who'd toasted her at the last event.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, eyebrows raised in mild surprise.
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Carney got up from the bed and walked directly toward her. "President Carmichael, I'm here to discuss the robotics project. Last time, Mr. Fuller upset you, and I wanted to apologize in person."
Citrine waved him off, her tone cool. "No need for apologies have mon intention of working with the Fuller Group." She opened the door pointedly. "Alright. You can go now." But Carney stood his ground, staring at her with unwavering eyes. Then, without warning, he slipped off his bathrobe, standing naked before her.
"What are you doing?" Citrine's voice was sharp, her brow furrowing.
Carney turned slowly in place, utterly bare. "President Carmichael, look at me-broad shoulders natrow waist, not a bad body. If you're willing, letstay tonight. I'll do whatever you want." Citrine regarded him for a long moment, then suddenly smiled.
She stepped closer, reached out, and ran her hand across his toned abs. "Not bad at all."
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