NovelXXXChapter 314 Citrine's worry was impossible to miss in her voice.
Raymond paused, feeling a warmth in his chest. He reached out and gently tousled his daughter's hair, his tone soft and reassuring. "You just focus on being happy. I'll take care of everything." Citrine frowned. "Dick isn't really a threat on his own, but the people backing him are another story." She suspected that the Glenwood family might be behind Dick. If that was true, they'd definitely make a move against Raymond.
Just picturing the Glenwoods and their dirty tricks made Citrine's expression darken.
"Don't worry, Citrine. No matter who's behind him, I'm not afraid." Raymond knew as well as she did that Dick's supporters weren't simple, but he had his own scores to settle with Dick.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA moment later, something seemed to occur to Citrine. She looked at him curiously. "Why are you going after Dick anyway?" From her perspective, Dick's business didn't even compete with the Carmichael family's, and since his backers were such a headache, it made no sense for Raymond to target him. She couldn't figure out his motivation.
Raymond hesitated, lowering his gaze. "It's personal between us." Hearing that, Citrine didn't press any further.
Just as she was about to leave, another thought struck her. "Wait, isn't today a holiday? Doesn't your company get the day off for Independence Day?" In truth, the company had been pushing hard for over a month to move headquarters to Crestwood, with everyone working overtime-but he'd at least been paying triple wages.
Raymond was caught off guard by her question and misread her intention, thinking she wanted him to stay hwith her.
"Do you want us to take the day off?" he asked.
Citrine paused, then said, "Your employees must be exhausted. They should really get srest while they can." She'd only mentioned it in passing, and left without another word.
But as soon as she was gone, Raymond instructed his assistant to announce a company-wide holiday. The news hit the office chat group immediately.
"Whoa, did President Carmichael have a few drinks or something?" one of the senior female managers joked in the group chat.
Oddly, no one replied for a long moment. Normally, a message like that would set off a string of comments, but today the chat was dead silent.
Just as she started to feel uneasy, a coworker nudged her arm and whispered, "Hey, you posted that in the wrong group." She glanced at her phone-her heart dropped. She'd sent it to the main group, the one with the boss in it. Two minutes had passed; there was no way to delete it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs she frantically tried to think of an excuse, her phone vibrated with a new message.
From the Big Boss himself: "No, I haven't been drinking. My daughter said the staff are tired, and I agree."
Her inner voice screamed: He could've just left it at 'my daughter said why add Tagree'?
She stared at the boss's message in disbelief. Everyone knew that in the past, if anyone posted something e off-topic in the main group, President Carmichael would drag them into his office for a dressing-down that left a lasting trauma. Meanwhile, the employee chat was buzzing with excitement.
"Girl, you got so lucky today-the boss's daughter showed up, and m President Carmichael's in a good mood." "She's our lucky charm! What do I do, I think I love her even more now." "She really gets what it's like to be a tired wage slave. Why can't she be my boss instead?" "Honestly, when's President Carmichael going to step down and let his daughter take over?" "I can already picture what bliss it would be to work for her."
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
