At that moment, everyone in the conference room was already picturing President Carmichael storming home to give his daughter a good scolding.
But just as they braced themselves for their usually stern boss to unleash his temper, they heard President Carmichael—of all people—speaking into the phone in a voice so soft and oddly high-pitched that it barely sounded like him, or even like a man at all. "Citrine, don't be mad, sweetheart. Daddy just wanted to stand up for you."
Raymond paused, then added, "And it was just a little over a billion. It's really not that much."
The senior executives exchanged glances. The world of the rich was clearly beyond their comprehension.
There had always been rumors that President Carmichael doted on his daughter, but this was the first time any of them had seen it with their own eyes.
This wasn't just doting—it was full-blown daddy's girl territory.
Raymond now sat frowning, clearly surprised that Citrine was upset over this.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the call, Citrine was completely stunned by what she'd just heard, suddenly at a loss for words.
"But… but you can't just… throw money around like that," she stammered. We're talking over a billion dollars here, not pocket change. Just thinking about it made her wince.
Raymond was amused. Turns out, Citrine had called because she thought he was being reckless with money. "Don't worry, honey. I know when to save and when to spend. Besides, your old man will make plenty more. Someday, it'll all be yours."
"Alright, I have to get back to work. Talk later." On the other end, Citrine, flustered and embarrassed, hurriedly found an excuse and hung up.
Raymond looked at his phone, grinning. "Shy, are we?" he chuckled.
What he didn't know was that the entire exchange with his daughter had been recorded and sent straight to the company's group chat.
The Carmichael Group's employee chat was now buzzing with excitement.
"Wait, is that really our sharp-tongued President Carmichael?"
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