NovelUSAChapter 533 At that moment, Quentin's other hand tightened around the wine bottle. With a sudden squeeze, glass shattered in his palm, shards mixed with red wine spilling all over the floor.
His friends jumped back, startled.
"Quentin, what's gotten into you?" "Who dares mess with Quentin? They must have a death wish." "Just say the word, Quentin. We'll take care of whoever's bothering you!" Quentin shot them a cold glance, his tone icy. "I don't need you. I'll handle it myself." With that, he pulled out his phone and shot off a message to Kali: "Don't worry, Kali. I'll make sure Citrine Carmichael pays for what she's done. I promise you'll get your revenge." On the other side of town, Kali read his message and finally felt a weight lift from her chest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo one had a hotter temper than Quentin. With him involved and with that video circulating tonight was bound to get interesting.
Just thinking about it made her too excited to sleep.
Meanwhile, at the Watkins family's gala- After a tense confrontation with the Saunders siblings, Citrine slipped away to find sfresh air.
Back in the ballroom, guests clustered in small groups, faces lit by their phone screens, expressions ranging from shocked to gleeful.
As the video finished playing, a low buzz of gossip swept the room.
"Who'd have guessed President Carmichael was that kind of person?" "She's got such an innocent face, those cold eyes-who would have thought she was such a wild one in private?" "How old was she in that video, maybe twelve? Seducing her own teacher at that age-disgusting." "With a scandal like this, just watch-CICI Group's stock is about to tank." "Thank God our company never partnered with them. Who knows what mess we'd be dragged into?" "If she's already this manipulative, using people like that, can't imagine what her character's really like. Who'd dare do business with CICI after this?" Monica and Wade, having just seen the video themselves, rushed in and caught the tail end of the crowd's whispering.
Without hesitation, Wade strode up and grabbed one older man by the collar, shoving him against the balcony railing. His voice was cold and sharp: "Who the hell do you think you are, old man? Say one more word about Citrine and I'll break your damn jaw." Monica glared at the rest. "If I hear any more of this garbage, don't blthe Saunders family for getting nasty." When Citrine returned to the ballroom, the room fell silent.
She immediately noticed the shift in the way everyone looked at her. Their stares were sharp, uncomfortable- almost hostile.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe frowned, keeping her expression neutral. "Why is everyone staring at me? Do I have something on my face?" No one answered. The silence was heavier than before.
Only half an hour ago, these speople had been eager to flatter her, to get close. Now, their gazes were cold as if she were something filthy Sing out of the gutter
Citrine still didn't know the reason.
Just then, Mr. Shaw from Crestwood Hospital approached, holding out his phone. "President Carmichael, you should see this." Monica and Wade both blanched. Monica rushed over, grabbing Citrine's wrist, her voice tense. "Citrine, don't look." Citrine gently shook her off and took the phone. The screen showed a social media post: #Famous young businesswoman,
honor student at a top university, caught behaving inappropriately since childhood-seducing her own teacher Not only a disgrace to business leaders, but also to college students. The university should expel her. The comments below were even worse. Mr. Shaw, seeing how young Citrine was, tried to take back the phone, worried she couldn't handle it.
But Citrine held on, scrolling further. Every comment was a fresh wound.
"Trash like this doesn't deserve to live."
"What a disgrace. And she's supposed to be Crestwood om University's pride? The school needs to make an example out of her."
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