NovelXXXChapter 261 For a thousand bucks, Clifford finally caved.
When it was over, he left the classroom with his fists clenched so tight his knuckles ached. He rushed all the way to the north side of town, combing the entire block, only to realize there wasn't a single coffee shop in sight. Fury surged inside him. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to tear those guys apart. The thought hit him so hard his face went pale.
He remembered-back then, he used to pull stunts just like this on Citrine.
Senior year brought an avalanche of worksheets and practice exams. To help everyone prep for the SAT, the school added an extra evening study hall for seniors.
With the test looming, students spent every waking moment hunched over their books-if they weren't eating or sleeping, they were doing practice problems. Under that relentless pressure, only Citrine managed to stay completely unfazed. She even flat-out refused to attend the extra study session.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe school always made exceptions for their top students, so she becthe only senior excused from the additional study hall.
Word spread quickly throughout Primus Academy. Speople whispered behind her back, calling her arrogant and predicting she'd fall behind on the next exam.
But when the first round of monthly tests cback, Citrine shut them all up with her scores.
Someone sighed, "Geniuses really are different. Even skipping a class every day doesn't slow her down-she still comes out on top." After that, the criticism vanished. No one questioned Citrine's decision to skip the evening session. Friday night meant another Carmichael family dinner.
Ever since Manley's last attempt to challenge The Carmichael Group, he hadn't set foot in the old house. Citrine didn't expect to see him there that evening-it caught her off guard.
When Manley spotted Citrine, he looked away, clearly uneasy.
He couldn't quite bring himself to face his niece, not after everything that had happened between them, and especially not after Citrine's chilly reception at The Carmichael Group last time.
While he fidgeted and tried to avoid her gaze, Citrine walked right over.
Manley froze, and the next moment, he heard her clear, ringing voice.
"Uncle Manley." Citrine smiled at him and took a seat on the sofa across from him, as natural as ever.
He stared at her for a moment, uncertain. "Citrine, you're not mad atanymore?" "Why would I be?" Citrine looked genuinely puzzled.
Manley swallowed hard and forced out, "I almost pushed Raymond out of The Carmichael Group. Don't you...hatefor that?" Citrine shook her head, speaking seriously. “Uncle Manley, that was all just a misunderstanding. Why would I hate you? Even if you had taken over the company, I wouldn't have blamed you." "I only tried to stop you because I thought you'd regret it once you knew the truth. But as long as everyone's cards are on the table, you have every right to compete for The Carmichael Group. I support you and Raymond both." "You really mean that?" Manley couldn't help but feel moved by her words.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Of course," Citrine said with a warm smile.
She paused, then added, "I think Raymond feels the sway."
Right then, Raymond cdown the Lof stairs, catching the tail end of their conversation, He smiled faintly and spoke up, "Citrine's right." That's my daughter, he thought with a swell of pride-she always understood him.
Manley was stunned to hear Raymond chin. He hadn't expected him to agree, and for a second he was at a loss for words.
The brothers had always been rivals.
Sitting down and actually talking O things through had ever been their N style. Remembering their recent conflict, Manley suddenly didn't know how to face him.
Citrine took in the awkward silence between them and stood up, a plan forming in her mind. "I'll go check if n dinner's ready."
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