NovelXXXChapter 322 Theo could sense Citrine's dislike for him, and it threw him off for a moment. "Do you really hatethat much?" he asked, his voice uncertain.
From the very first tthey met, he'd felt her animosity-an almost palpable disgust that seemed to radiate from her.
Citrine nodded, not bothering to hide her disdain. "At least you're self-aware. Since you know I can't stand you, why don't you stop parading yourself in front of me?" She didn't even try to mask her revulsion; it was written all over her face.
Her expression was like a slap, and it stung more than Theo cared to admit. He swallowed his discomfort, forcing himself to ask, "Have we met before? Did something happen between us?" He studied her closely, genuinely invested in her answer.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn their last life, they'd been together for a decade, and in all that time, Theo had never once cared about her feelings or bothered to understand her. Now, as he gazed at her with concern, it almost felt like a cruel joke. She'd never seen him look at her this way-not even at the end.
Pathetic.
Citrine looked at his serious face and suddenly laughed. "Oh, we've got history. The kind that's written in blood." Theo thought she was joking and let out a chuckle. "You're funny, you know that?" He grinned. "I think I'm starting to like you." For sreason, just looking at her made his heart race uncontrollably-a feeling he'd never experienced before.
He'd always been indifferent to women, completely uninterested. But with her, it was different. From the moment they met, she'd held his attention.
Citrine only found his words ridiculous.
She shook her head, fixing him with a look of utter contempt. "Shfor you, but I really can't stand you." Theo had always been the golden boy-envied, admired, put on a pedestal wherever he went. No one had ever despised him like this.
Of course, he'd never really faced rejection before, so he didn't believe for a second that Citrine would be any different.
In his world, no one hated for no reason; if they did, it was only because the price wasn't high enough.
Confident as ever, Theo looked her over and curled his lips into a smirk. "Citrine Carmichael-two billion. Be my lover." "Your lover?" Citrine practically laughed in his face.
"What, not good enough for you?" Theo assumed she wanted to be his official girlfriend, and the look in his eyes turned icy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe sneered. "The Carmichael family might rule Havencrest, but in all of Crestwood, you hardly make a mark. You really think you're girlfriend material? Dream on." Citrine gave a cold, humorless laugh. She had no idea where his arrogance cfrom. "If I wanted to marry up, trust me, you'd be the last person I'd choose. You make my skin crawl." Theo's lips curled into a slow, magnetic smile. "Three billion." Citrine just stared at him, speechless.
When she still didn't respond, Theo went on, "Four billion."
"You're something else, you know that? Your appetite's insatiable." By the the reached seven billion and Citrine still hadn't budged, his face was growing darker by the second. He looked almost defeated, but he wasn't ready to give up. "How about eight billion? Is that enough?" "Not even close," Citrine replied coolly.
Whether in their past life or this one, treated Theo had always treated her like a commodity. That was one thing that En. never seemed to change. "Nyour price, then. Anything you want." His patience was thinning, voice growing sharp.
"Anything?" Citrine arched an eyebrow, a sardonic smile twisting her lips.
Theo nodded. "Of course."
She fixed him with a mocking glance.
m "Alright, then-I want your family business! Will you hand it over?"
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