NovelEnglishChapter 228 As soon as Citrine finished speaking, she didn't give the siblings a chance to respond. She turned on her heel and walked away.
No sooner had she left than Leila and Truman erupted into a fierce argument.
Leila collapsed onto the curb, looking utterly defeated. She glared at Truman, voice trembling with anger. "Truman, aren't you supposed to be so persuasive? Why didn't you beg her just now? Oh, right—it's all about your pride, isn't it? You're too dignified to ask for help. Can't you think about Grandpa for once instead of yourself?" Truman's face darkened. "Leila, do you have any idea how foolish you just sounded? Has that fancy school of yours-what is it, Blackridge Academy- scrambled your brains? Couldn't you see she never intended to help us in the first place?" Leila swiped at her tears and shot Truman a murderous look. "Don't think I don't know what's going on in your head. You don't really want to help Grandpa get the medicine, do you?" Truman stiffened, and his glare was as sharp as a knife. "What the hell are you talking about?" Leila suddenly laughed a brittle, bitter sound. "I knew it. All you care about is getting Grandpa's shares. You'd never sincerely help him. Can't you wait just a little longer? Even if Grandpa's still alive, he's old. How many peaceful years do you think he has left?" Truman's face twisted with rage. He slapped Leila hard across the face. "Shut your mouth. Don't you dare talk nonsense like that again, or you'll regret it." The next day, Citrine received a call from Manley. Wanting to avoid making her uncomfortable, he explained the situation in advance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTurns out, Elbert's son wanted to meet her-he'd asked Manley to arrange it. After a brief hesitation, Citrine agreed.
She arrived at the Carmichael estate and immediately noticed a man sitting on the sofa-handsome, refined, with a gentle air.
For reasons she couldn't quite explain, Citrine felt an instinctive dislike.
Manley greeted her and made the introductions. "Citrine, this is my friend, Phelps Jensen." To keep his niece at ease, Manley leaned in and whispered, "He's Elbert's son. He's only here about his father. Citrine, do whatever you feel is right-don't mind me." Since learning Citrine had been mistreated at the Jensen household, Manley had lost all goodwill toward them. Phelps, though, was his childhood friend-his only true friend, really. If Phelps hadn't practically begged, Manley would never have gotten involved.
His loyalty, after all, lay firmly with his niece.
Citrine guessed as much and nodded quietly.
She walked over to the living room and greeted the man. "Good afternoon, Mr. Jensen." "I'm your Uncle Manley's friend. Please, callPhelps," he replied, his smile warm and gentle.
But Citrine knew all too well: the most harmless-seeming things were often the most dangerous.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThis Phelps Jensen was definitely not as simple as he appeared.
Despite his smile, something about him made her uneasy.
"I'll stick with Mr. Jensen," she replied, her tone cool and distant.
"As you wish." Phelps didn't seem offended. He just smiled patiently at her. "I'm here today because of my father. I've heard you have access to vitaflux. Would you be willing to sellone dose? Price is no object. If you help me, I'll transfer five percent of The Jensen Group's shares to you as a thank you."
Citrine studied the gentle-faced man in front of her and, for a moment, thought of his son. The contrast left F bisson! her puzzled.
These two were quite something-a father desperate to save his ownn father, and a son hoping his EI grandfather would die.
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