NovelUSAChapter 544 After she finished speaking, Citrine quietly watched Quentin's face for any reaction.
Struggle. Disappointment. Disgust. Hesitation...
A faint, knowing smile tugged at her lips-she could tell her words had done their work, driving a wedge just as she'd intended.
Of course, she hadn't actually lied. Everything she'd said was the truth.
Since Kali was so eager to see her ruined, Citrine figured she'd strike first, isolating Kali until she was left with no one to turn to.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat was the point of crushing her in one blow? No, Citrine far preferred watching someone squirm-caught between life and death, unable to truly live or die. That, to her, was far more entertaining.
Having stirred up enough trouble for Quentin tonight, Citrine checked the tand prepared to leave.
Just then, Justin approached.
He wore a sycophantic smile as he greeted her, "President Carmichael, I owe you an apology. Earlier, I spoke out of turn-I misjudged you, and I'm truly sorry for the things I said." As he spoke, Justin picked up a glass of red wine from a nearby table and offered it to Citrine.
Citrine let out a short, contemptuous laugh and accepted it.
Seeing this, Justin finally seemed to relax. He erupted into a self-assured laugh. "President Carmichael, The Dixon Group has done exceptionally well in Crestwood these past years. Our microchips are second to none in the industry. If our companies joined forces, we'd be unstoppable." His eyes gleamed with arrogance; it clearly hadn't crossed his mind that Citrine might refuse. In his mind, business was business-profit always cfirst, and this partnership was mutually beneficial. Why would she turn him down? Justin grabbed another glass from the table, swirling it before clinking it against Citrine's. "Here's to our partnership, President Carmichael. Let's toast, and then we can sign the contract." "I'll drink first, to show my sincerity." Throwing back his glass in one gulp, Justin set it down with a flourish-only to notice that Citrine hadn't even lifted hers. She simply watched him, lost in thought.
"President Carmichael, aren't you going to drink?" Justin ventured, uncertainty creeping into his voice.
Citrine took a few steps closer, her voice icy. A man who clawed his way to the top by leeching off his ex-wife's misery? You really think you're worthy of partnering with me? Pathetic." With that, she flung her wine straight into Justin's face.
He was stunned, frozen in disbelief at her audacity.
"You-" He wiped the wine from his face, too furious for words.
Citrine's tone was cold and final. "Mr. Dixon, I suggest you find someone else to do business with." Without sparing him another glance, she strode out of the ballroom.
She'd barely exited before someone followed her out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs Citrine made her way to the parking lot, she felt a twinge of unease and stopped in her tracks.
She turned, wary, and found herself facing a middle-aged woman in a catering staff uniform, staring at her intently.
Citrine hesitated, then asked cautiously, "Is there something you need from me?"
Tears glimmered in the woman's eyes. "President Carmichael, mym nis Natalia Franklin. I'm Justin's ex-wife." Citrine blinked in surprise. "You... work here at the event?" Natalia nodded.
Citrine paused, taken aback. She'd heard Justin's ex-wife had fallen on hard times, but she Xadn't imagined NO the woman was working as a server.
Clearly, Justin was even more ruthless than the rumors suggested. Regaining her composure, Citrine asked, "What can I do for you?"
Natalia's gratitude was genuine.
"Thank you for what you said in the е ballroom" These past two years, Justin had ruined her life, yet he was thriving everyone in Crestwool seemed to have forgotten the terrible things he'd done.
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