NovelUSAChapter 597 Talbot looked down at the group-not angry, but almost amused.
He let out a low chuckle. "You Carmichaels really are sentimental. Even when your own lives are hanging by a thread, you're more worried about that girl, Citrine Carmichael, than yourselves." Raymond's brows drew together in a scowl as he glared at Talbot. "Talbot, if you've got the guts, kill me. But going after Citrine-a child-what does that prove? She's never done you any harm." "No harm?" Talbot shot him a look of disbelief, as though Raymond had just cracked a joke. He paused, a wild glint flickering in his eyes. "If it weren't for Citrine Carmichael, the Glenwood family wouldn't have fallen. I wouldn't be here, ruined." His voice trembled with barely suppressed rage.
He gave a cold snort, sweeping his gaze over them. "I bet you still don't know, do you? Citrine Carmichael is the mysterious chairwoman behind Crestwood Medical Research Center. Every bit of dirt about the Glenwood family that's hit the intecstraight from her. She's been targeting us from the very beginning." Hatred flashed in Talbot's eyes. "A little girl-calculating every step, and she's managed to push us this far. I can't help but admire her, in a way." Crestwood Medical Research Center? Weston stared at him in disbelief. "Citrine is the chairwoman of Crestwood Medical?" Talbot gave a short, bitter laugh. "Citrine Carmichael hid it well-not even you knew." The Carmichaels' faces turned ashen.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey remembered how the trouble for the Glenwoods had first started with Crestwood Medical, and the recent flood of scandals online. As the pieces fell into place, a heavy silence settled over them.
All this time, the Carmichaels had assumed the Glenwoods had simply crossed the wrong people at Crestwood Medical. It never occurred to them that Citrine herself was the one pulling the strings, orchestrating the Glenwoods' downfall.
They knew what Citrine was capable of. If Talbot said it was her, it had to be true.
But Travis, clueless about anything to do with the family business, shot back without thinking. "So what if Citrine's the chairwoman? That doesn't prove she's behind all the dirt on your precious Glenwood Group." He snorted in open contempt. "Your family's done more than enough to make enemies. Maybe you finally pushed someone too far-maybe you had it coming." "Shut your mouth." Talbot's glare could have cut glass, but when that wasn't enough, he strode over and kicked Travis hard.
Travis doubled over in pain, curling up on the ground, but his eyes were wild-like a young wolf about to spring for Talbot's throat.
Meanwhile, in an abandoned high-rise that stretched twenty-eight floors into the sky, Citrine had no choice but to climb the stairs herself-there was no elevator.
Even though the weather outside was bitterly cold, by the tshe'd reached the upper floors, sweat beaded at her brow and she felt her body grow warm from the exertion.
She paused on the twenty-seventh floor to catch her breath, ready to press on, when Theo emerged from the shadows at the end of the hall, striding straight toward her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCitrine immediately took a few wary steps back, eyes fixed on him.
Theo stopped, keeping his hands in his pockets, his voice cool and flat. "Go back My father's made up his e's willing to die if it means taking you down with him.
"Get out of my way." Citrine shot him a frosty glare, making it clear she had no intention of listening.
"I'm just trying to help you," Theo said, frustration creeping into into his tone. Clearly, he thought she should be grateful. When she brushed off his warning, his face darkened. "Keep your fake concern to yourself. It's disgusting." Citrine's laugh was cold and sharp, and she didn't bother hiding her contempt.
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