The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 671

Citrine smiled, her gaze fixed intently on Sebastian. “I’ve reviewed your résumé. Impressive—just what I was hoping for.”

She made no effort to hide her satisfaction or admiration. Her eyes lingered on him, burning with a kind of hungry approval.

Sebastian found himself momentarily stunned.

If she weren’t looking at him as though he were a piece of meat and she the wolf, he might have wondered if she was flirting with him.

When he didn’t respond right away, Citrine assumed he had reservations.

Her eyes flickered as she leaned in, her tone sincere. “You can name your salary—whatever you want, it’s yours. Take your time to think it over. I’m in no rush for an answer, but my offer stands.”

Despite her words, she had little doubt he’d accept—unless, of course, his so-called affection was as flimsy as a paper mask, ready to crumble under scrutiny.

She’d known for a long time now that his second personality was drawn to her.

And if he liked her—well, she wasn’t about to feel guilty for using that to her advantage.

Sebastian’s own company was still in its infancy, but already on the rise. Soon, he’d have carved out a place for himself in Crestwood’s business circles.

If he suddenly abandoned his startup to join CICI Group, it would be a blow—not just to his team, or to President Vesper’s business community, but most of all to his own hard-won momentum. The opportunity for his company to reach new heights might slip right through his fingers.

Sebastian understood that. And so did Citrine.

She knew she was being unfair, putting him in a tight spot. But she had sworn, after everything she’d been through, that she’d never let anyone walk over her again—not Stellaris Group, not anyone. She wanted money, power, and prestige, and she wouldn’t give anyone the chance to trample her dreams.

Sebastian’s primary personality had a rocky history with her. She had no idea if that bastard would try to hurt her in the future—but she wasn’t about to leave that risk hanging over her head. Better to act first, to make sure his second personality wiped out the threat entirely.

“It’s fine,” she said softly. “The choice is yours. You’re free to decline.”

Sebastian figured he must have imagined her earlier look, so he let it go.

After a pause, curiosity got the better of him. “You’re the chairwoman of Viridis Medical Institute and Crestwood Medical Research Center. You have access to the best medical resources in the world. You’re also a bestselling author, and now CICI Group has firmly established itself in Crestwood—it’s growing faster than ever. I don’t get it. Your company is thriving, which means you must have a solid team in place. So why do you want me as your general manager?”

He genuinely couldn’t see what difference he could make to her already successful business.

Citrine fell silent for a couple of seconds, considering his words. Then she answered, “You’re right—CICI Group is doing well. But for me, that’s not enough.”

She met his gaze, her voice unwavering. “My goal is to surpass Stellaris Group.”