NovelUSAChapter 545 The woman's eyes sparkled with gratitude. "You're the only one who's ever stood up forin front of everyone." Ever since The Franklin Group becThe Dixon Group-and since Justin forced her into divorce her old friends and relatives had all cut ties, flocking instead to Justin, the villain of the story.
That was when she saw people for what they truly were: cold, self-serving, driven only by gain.
But President Carmichael was different. She still had a heart.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCitrine's reply was cool and measured. "I didn't do it for you." "I know," Natalia said softly. "But thank you, anyway." Citrine could only shake her head, exasperated.
Then, Natalia's expression shifted, growing suddenly serious. "President Carmichael, I was in the room just behind you. I heard everything you said to Justin." President Carmichael hadn't chosen to side with Justin, even when it would have been profitable.
Natalia hesitated before continuing, "President Carmichael, you're interested in The Dixon Group's microchip technology and their strength as a company. You want them to join Blood Rain, but Justin himself you don't trust him, do you?" Citrine wasn't surprised that Natalia understood. After all, Natalia was the Franklin family's only daughter, once heir to The Franklin Group. If she couldn't see through people by now, that would have been the real shock.
"That's right," Citrine admitted without hesitation.
Natalia took a deep breath. "Letjoin CICI Group. Within six months, I'll build you the most advanced microchip you've ever seen." Citrine locked eyes with her. "And in return, you want my help taking back The Franklin Group." Natalia's gaze was steady. "Once I have it back, I'll join Blood Rain, and after that, our company will follow your lead." A smirk tugged at Citrine's lips. "Deal." Clips of Citrine had spread all over the internet. Both the Carmichael and Saunders families saw the news, and the moment they did, they each pulled strings to have every video taken down.
Meanwhile, Raymond Carmichael's worry for his daughter far outweighed any scandal. Dropping everything, he rushed straight to Verona Heights.
Back at home, Citrine seemed to shed her public mask. She moved like a marionette with its strings cut, collapsing onto her bed in silence.
Memories of Dick played on a relentless loop in her mind. She tried not to think about him, but it was no use. Citrine reached into her nightstand, pulled out a bottle of tipped a few pills into her palm and swallowed them dry. Then she lay back down, staring at the ceiling.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTen minutes crawled by. Gradually, the crushing weight in her chest began to lift, and at last, exhausted, she drifted into a restless sleep.
When Raymond arrived, his face was tight with worry. He went straight to the housekeeper. "Where's Citrine? Is she home?" The housekeeper saw the tension in his face and answered quickly, "Miss Citrine went to her room. She should be asleep." Raymond's expression shifted instantly. He hurried to Citrine's bedroom.
Seeing his daughter lying motionless on the bed, his heart clenched painfully. But he pushed the feeling aside, forcing himself to stay calm as he approached.
He gently pressed his fingers to the pulse point beneath her nose feeling eath her nosed for breath. Only then did he allow himself to exhale. The pain in his chest seemed less severe now.
He softly pinched Citrine's cheek, murmuring, "You little menace. Nearly scaredto death." He tucked the blanket around her shoulders before slipping quietly out of the room.
Remembering what Dr. Yates
Cooper had once told him, Raymond didn't dare leave the house. Citrine's depression was severe, and after everything that had just happened, if she were to harm herself now... The thought alone made his blood run cold.
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