NovelUSAChapter 492 He smiled warmly. "So this is Jeanette, isn't it? Chere, sweetheart." Jeanette's face lit up. She hurried over to Scales, her voice sweet as honey. "Grandpa." Scales chuckled, clearly delighted. "What a good girl. Your father's toldall about you-hard to believe this is the first twe're meeting." Jeanette replied, "I've heard Dad talk about you often, too." Just a few casual words, and the two seemed as close as real grandfather and granddaughter.
"All right, let's head inside," the old man said, not giving Talbot a chance to protest. He motioned for Jeanette to wheel him in, and they disappeared into the house together.
Once Scales was gone, Talbot shot Dick a severe glare, warning in a low voice, "I haven't told Dad about your messes yet, but you'd better behave yourself today. If he hears about your sleazy business and gets upset, I'm not letting you off the hook." For Scales's birthday celebration, the Glenwood family had invited half the town's elite-including Citrine.
Ever since learning Citrine's true identity, Talbot had been plagued by regret. He'd tried several times to arrange a private meeting to clear up the misunderstanding, but each attempt had been rebuffed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe'd sent a formal invitation to Citrine for today's party, fully expecting she'd decline. To his surprise, she actually showed up.
When Citrine arrived, Jeanette was leaning in close to Scales, the two of them whispering like old friends, bonded as if by blood.
Citrine watched the scene, a faint smile playing at her lips.
Just then, Jeanette glanced up and caught Citrine's eye. There was a brief pause, then Jeanette flashed a smug, triumphant grin.
What an idiot.
Citrine gave her a single cool look and turned away.
Most of the guests were Crestwood's most prominent figures. Citrine's rise was already local legend, and with CICI Group now a major power, nearly everyone wanted to curry favor with the young chairwoman.
As soon as Citrine stepped in, a small crowd gathered around.
"President Carmichael, it's been too long." "President Carmichael, I've heard so much about you. What a coincidence running into you here must be fate." "President Carmichael, allowto offer you a toast. If you ever need anything in the medical sector, please consider our company." Citrine responded graciously, raising her glass to the gathering. "You're all too kind." Just then, Hilda arrived, flanked by Monica and Wade.
"Ms. Saunders is here." The crowd murmured in surprise.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"The Saunders family never attends these private parties. Who'd have thought the family matriarch herself would show up tonight?" "I heard Saunders and Glenwood had a serious falling out not even.
s she doing here?" While the guests whispered, Hilda led Monica and Wade straight to Citrine.
All three greeted her in unison: "Citrine." Citrine nodded to them, calm and collected.
The onlookers were stunned. "Wait... The CICI Group chairwoman and the Saunders family matriarch know each other?"
The Saunders family was famous for keeping to themselves; business was strictly business, and personal m relationships were rare. In all the years in Crestwood, no one had ever seen the Saunders family this close to anyone. Someone scratched their head, suddenly recalling, "I heard at the Opulence Ball, the Saunders matriarch actually spoke up for President Carmichael. Maybe they really are close."
"And didn't CICI Group just sign a deal with C. Corp? Those twoo m companies are working together now."
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