NovelEnglishChapter 681 Their eyes met across the table. Herschel was the first to break the silence. "Nigel, I'm sorry. I've let you down." He took responsibility, his voice steady but soft. "I shouldn't have kept things from you, pretending it was for your own good. I should've realized sooner that, more than anything, what matters most to you is your family's love." He looked his son in the eye. "I was wrong. I owe you an apology." "Maybe I'm saying this too late, but I mean it." Herschel had spent his entire life with his head held high, never one to lower himself or admit fault-except for this moment, for his son.
Because Nigel knew how proud his father was, he understood just how difficult this apology must be.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThinking of all the years he'd misunderstood his father, Nigel felt a pang of guilt. "Dad, I'm sorry too. I've misjudged you for so long. I should be the one apologizing." Herschel couldn't bear to see his son take the blame. After a pause, he said quietly, "It's not your fault. This is on me." Nigel called a waiter over. "We'll have one of each of your house specialties, please." The meal stretched on for quite stime, but by the end of it, the last traces of resentment had melted away between father and son.
The next day, Citrine did something she almost never did she showed up at CICI Group in person.
As soon as she closed her office door, she booted up her favorite game.
In the early days, Citrine had tried to hide her gaming from the staff, worried they'd slack off if they saw the boss playing around. But after a while, everyone knew the drill; they stayed focused, and she no longer bothered to hide it. Now, she played openly, sometimes even muttering curses when her teammates let her down.
The senior managers were used to these outbursts by now.
She was in the middle of a gwhen Carlotta Yarbrough suddenly entered, bringing someone with her. Sebastian Vesper walked in just in tto see Citrine's fingers flying over the keyboard, her attention fixed on the screen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCarlotta stepped forward. "Chairwoman, Mr. Vesper has been with us for several days now. I thought it was tto introduce you." Citrine didn't respond, her eyes still glued to the monitor, hands moving with practiced ease, utterly absorbed. Knowing how focused their chairwoman could get, Carlotta didn't push. She simply waited with Sebastian by the door.
Citrine was a different person in these moments-her eyes bright, her movements quick and sure, all the youthful energy she usually kept hidde shining through. Sebastian found himself watching her @little longer than he meant to.
When the round finally ended, Citrine remembered her visitors. She glanced at Sebastian, then at Carlotta. "Sorry, I lost track of time." Carlotta spoke up, "Chairwoman, the new CEO has been here several days. You should assign him swork." Citrine nodded. "Alright, I'll take care of it. You can go now." Once they were alone, Citrine turned to Sebastian.
He couldn't help but smile at her youthful face, teasing, "SoChairwoman, what would you liketo do next?" Citrine pretended to think about it for a while before answering, "You're the CEO. However you want to run things, go ahead. As long as you make the company better, I won't get in your way."
Honestly, if she micromanaged him every day, barking orders like a strict boss, what would be the point of bringing him into CICI Group in the first place? Pn
She wanted him to have the freedom to make real changes, to see how he led and what methods he used. This was her chance to learn from him-and maybe, just maybe, be surprised by what he could do. sŵ
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