NovelXXXChapter 333 Raymond moved fast. In just a few short months, the Carmichael Group had uprooted and settled in Crestwood. During those early days after the move, Raymond was so swamped he barely had a moment to himself.
Wanting to be closer to Citrine, the rest of the Carmichael family decided to relocate as well. Weston, missing his granddaughter terribly, simply moved straight into the new house Raymond had just bought in Crestwood. SalCarmichael, hoping to see her niece more often, requested a transfer from her company and joined JR Group's Crestwood branch. For now, she had no choice but to stay with her older brother.
Manley had noticed the Carmichael Group's activity from the very beginning. Deep Horizon Enterprises quickly followed suit, and just a few months later, Manley too moved operations to Crestwood. Without hesitation, he caught a late- night flight and shamelessly crashed at Raymond's place.
One weekend, Travis chfor his break, only to find the house eerily empty-just him and four walls.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHalf the furniture and all the familiar things were gone. Travis stared at the emptiness in disbelief.
Had they been robbed? He immediately called the housekeeper.
His voice was urgent. "Ma'am, was there a break-in at the house?" On the other end, it sounded like she was in a noisy supermarket. After a moment, she finally answered, "Travis? Didn't you know about the move? Didn't your father tell you?" "Move?" Travis was dumbfounded.
"Of course. Your father started planning the move ages ago. You really didn't know?" Travis was completely lost. He really hadn't known.
He pressed on, "Where did everyone go?" There was a pause as she thought. "I think your dad said Crestwood." Travis was speechless.
Apparently, his own father had forgotten all about his eldest son.
Freshman year wasn't especially demanding, and with Citrine's abilities far surpassing sof her professors, the school had officially exempted her from a number of classes. That left her with plenty of free time.
On Sunday, Citrine decided to visit her grandfather.
It had been a long tsince they'd last seen each other.
Ogden Winthrop's eyes reddened the moment he saw his granddaughter. He tried to play it cool, grumbling, "You little rascal. Honestly, do you even have a conscience? Do you know how long it's been since you visited?" Citrine grinned, slipping her arms around his from behind and whining playfully, "I've just been busy, that's all! See? The moment I had sfree time, I cright over." "Hmph. You're hopeless," Ogden muttered, but he could never stay annoyed with her for long.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCitrine looked him in the eye and promised, "Don't worry, old man. From now on, I'll visit you all the time." Ogden rolled his eyes tically. "That's what you said last time, too." Citrine feigned innocence. "Did I? I don't remember that." She made a show of trying to recall, but Weston didn't bother responding.
Grandfather and granddaughter chatted for a while, then played a few rounds of chess.
Citrine usually won, but Ogden didn't mind he was having more fun than he'd had images. The house echoed with his laughter all day long. At dinner, Ogden's expression turned serious as he looked at Citrine. "Kid, Yates mentioned you haven't visited him in a while."
Citrine bit her lip, her face stiffening slightly. Her hand hesitated mid-reach for add m adish before she finally replied, "Don't listen to him. I've only missed a few visits."
She ducked her head and started poking at her food, pretending not to care. Ogden let out a heavy sigh, torn n.
between worry and affection. "Citrine, are you really not planning to return? If you keep failing the psych evaluations, you'll never be allowed back, you know."
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