NovelXXXChapter 328 Carlotta said nothing, just ruffled Quincy's hair with a gentle affection before walking over to Citrine.
She looked at Citrine, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Citrine, I've been such a bother these past few days. Thank you." "It's no trouble. Your little brother has been a delight," Citrine replied with a warm smile.
Hearing this, Quincy's ears flushed a soft pink.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCarlotta chatted with Citrine for a few more moments. As she was about to leave, Citrine called out to her.
"Wait, take this with you." Citrine handed her a crisp letter.
"What's this?" Carlotta asked, puzzled.
"It's a letter of introduction for Crestwood Medical Research Center," Citrine replied calmly. "Bring Quincy and show them this when you check in. That way, you won't have to go back and forth anymore." The Crestwood Medical Research Center was renowned for gathering the world's top medical experts-any one of them could be considered a legend in their field. It rivaled the prestigious Viridis Medical Institute back in Havencrest, but Crestwood's center was shrouded in mystery; without a letter of introduction, no one could get through the doors.
Carlotta stared at the letter, stunned. "How did you get a letter for Crestwood Medical Research Center?" Citrine just smiled, her answer elusive. "You'll understand one day. For now, just take Quincy and get him checked in." Carlotta had long since grown used to Citrine's resourcefulness and influence. She trusted her completely. Once again, Citrine had cthrough for her-Carlotta had lost count of how many times that had happened. "Citrine, thank you. Truly. For everything you've done for me." Carlotta accepted the letter, her eyes growing misty as she looked down at the page.
Citrine shook her head, half exasperated, half fond. "Why are you thankingagain? Haven't I told you-we're not just colleagues, we're friends." Inside Crestwood Arts Academy.
Jeanette, makeup perfectly done, strutted into a bar with a crowd of girlfriends.
Though Dick's company had gone under, he'd managed to start a new one here in Crestwood, so the whole family had moved. Jeanette, once a socialite in Havencrest, now held the title of Crestwood's darling heiress-and she was thoroughly enjoying it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThanks to her new status, she'd barely started college before both guys and girls were lining up to win her favor. Tonight, she and her friends were in high spirits at the bar when, suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist. "That's enough," a man said, snatching the cocktail from her hand and slamming it down on the table.
Jeanette was about to snap at him, but when she spun around, she froze-the face was all too familiar. Norton Iverson. What was he doing here? Jeanette's eyes flickered over him, taking in the bartender's uniform and the white gloves he was working here? Since when had he fallen this far? Her expression soured. She yanked her hand away, feigning ignorance. "Who are you? Get away from me."
Her circle of friends was watching. If they found out she had any connection to Norton, who knew think what they @think? By morning, rumors would be flying through campus that she was the bartender's sister. No, absolutely not. She couldn't let that happen.
Norton hadn't expected his sister to pretend she didn't know him. The smile faded from his fade. Jeanette, it's me-your brother. Why are you acting like you've never seenbefore?" She recoiled in disgust, as if he were something filthy. "I'm Crestwood's leading lady. Why would I know sbartender?"
Norton was stunned. "Jeanette, what happened to you?" he whispered, at a loss. He remembered well how kind-heartbe kind-hearted she used to be; he just couldn't understand how she had changed so much.
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