The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 488

Carney hadn’t expected her sudden touch. The shock left his face flushed crimson; the coolness of her fingertips sent a jolt through his body, like an electric current. He shivered involuntarily, his heart skipping several beats.

Just as he was certain Citrine’s gesture meant she’d accepted what was coming next, her voice cut through the haze, cold and detached: “Leave.”

Without so much as a glance, Citrine picked up the robe from the bed and tossed it to him, her expression unreadable.

“President Carmichael…” Carney caught the robe, his lips pressed tight, his face turning pale. He hadn’t expected her to reject him.

A moment ago, he’d been sure she was willing.

Danny Fuller’s words echoed in his mind, making Carney desperate. He glanced at Citrine and threw caution to the wind. “President Carmichael, please, I need your help. If I don’t get this contract today—”

Citrine cut him off before he could finish. “CICI Group isn’t a charity. The Fuller Group has no moral bottom line; I won’t do business with them.”

Her patience was gone. “Out.”

Carney’s face drained of color. In the end, he didn’t dare argue.

Danny Fuller was dangerous, but President Carmichael was no pushover either.

She was young, but to have built CICI Group from the ground up at her age—anyone would be a fool to underestimate her.

After leaving the suite, Carney changed into clean clothes, intending to make his exit.

He didn’t expect to be stopped at the entrance by a small group.

The guy at the front—flaming red hair—lit up when he saw Carney. “Well, well. Didn’t your family go bankrupt? What are you doing here?”

One of his cronies snickered nastily. “What, did some sugar mama bring you out tonight?”

He sidled up to the redhead and whispered loudly enough for Carney to hear, “Mr. Jarvis Rackham, word is the Iversons are flat broke, buried in debt. His parents even owe loan sharks. Carney had to start hustling just to pay it all off.”