NovelUSAChapter 488 Carney hadn't expected her sudden touch. The shock left his face flushed crimson; the coolness of her fingertips sent a jolt through his body, like an electric current. He shivered involuntarily, his heart skipping several beats.
Just as he was certain Citrine's gesture meant she'd accepted what was coming next, her voice cut through the haze, cold and detached: "Leave." Without so much as a glance, Citrine picked up the robe from the bed and tossed it to him, her expression unreadable.
"President Carmichael..." Carney caught the robe, his lips pressed tight, his face turning pale. He hadn't expected her to reject him.
A moment ago, he'd been sure she was willing.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDanny Fuller's words echoed in his mind, making Carney desperate. He glanced at Citrine and threw caution to the wind. "President Carmichael, please, I need your help. If I don't get this contract today—" Citrine cut him off before he could finish. "CICI Group isn't a charity. The Fuller Group has no moral bottom line; I won't do business with them." Her patience was gone. "Out." Carney's face drained of color. In the end, he didn't dare argue.
Danny Fuller was dangerous, but President Carmichael was no pushover either.
She was young, but to have built CICI Group from the ground up at her age- anyone would be a fool to underestimate her.
After leaving the suite, Carney changed into clean clothes, intending to make his exit.
He didn't expect to be stopped at the entrance by a small group.
The guy at the front-flaming red hair-lit up when he saw Carney. "Well, well. Didn't your family go bankrupt? What are you doing here?" One of his cronies snickered nastily. "What, did ssugar mama bring you out tonight?" He sidled up to the redhead and whispered loudly enough for Carney to hear, "Mr. Jarvis Rackham, word is the Iversons are flat broke, buried in debt. His parents even owe loan sharks. Carney had to start hustling just to pay it all off." Jarvis burst out laughing. "Wow, didn't expect that. The he from Neo-Era Tech is really living wild these days, huh? Real piece of work." The crony chimed in eagerly, "Yeah, wonder how many women have had their fun with Carney by now." Carney's eyes grew colder at their taunts.
He forced himself to swallow his anger, pretending not to hear a word, and walked straight past them.
Jarvis's smirk faded at being ignored. He glared at Carney and barked, "Hey, I'm talking to you-stop right there." Carney didn't slow down. Jarvis by the collar, and snarled, "Are you deaf? Still think you're sbig shot?" after him, grabbed him "Let go," Carney said, lifting his eyes to meet Jarvis's. His gaze was icy.
"Oh, you've got snerve." Jarvis's temper snapped, and he swung his fist at Carney.
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Unfazed, Carney took the hit; blood trickled from the corner of his mouth down his neck as Jarvis kept swinging, each punch harder than the last. Jarvis was getting more worked up, raining blows on Carney's face.
Suddenly, a clear, cold female voice called from the doorway: "Enough." Jarvis and Carney both turned.
Carney hadn't imagined she'd see him like this-beaten, humiliated.
He hung his head, trying to hide how battered he felt.
Jarvis's eyes lit up as he saw Citrine. "Wow. Even prettier than our campus queen." He instantly let go of Carney's collar, P.n
smoothed his suit, and stepped toward Citrine with a bright, eager smile, reaching out hand like gentleman. "Miss, I'm Jarvis Rackham, from the Crestwood Rackham family. My father is
Térence Rackham, CEO of the Rackham Group.
each others get to know each other, shall we?"
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