NovelEnglishChapter 682 Seeing how much authority Citrine had just handed him, Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle. "You trustthis much? Aren't you worried I'll learn CICI Group's secrets and stab you in the back?" Citrine's heart skipped a beat at his words. She glared at him, indignant. "You wouldn't dare." At that moment, she looked just like a bristling kitten, suddenly wary, seriously considering the possibility for the first time. Was bringing Sebastian into CICI Group really the right decision? She found herself eyeing him with a new hint of suspicion.
Sebastian found her expression adorable, so he kept teasing. "If I really did betray you, what would you do?" What would she do? Killing him was out of the question-absolutely not. Maybe hire someone to rough him up? But Sebastian looked so fragile that he'd probably get seriously hurt. That wouldn't do either.
Citrine pondered the problem with grave seriousness, but no solution cto mind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSebastian couldn't help laughing at the way she was racking her brain so hard.
He reached out and ruffled her hair, his tone tender. "Wantto help you cup with something?" Citrine looked at him intently, waiting. He said, "If I ever betray Citrine, letnever wake up again. That's how I'll pay for it." His words unsettled her for reasons she couldn't name. She frowned. "Alright, that's enough. Who talks about themselves like that? Don't curse yourself." Sebastian gave a low laugh. "You really do trustthat much?" Citrine thought to herself: I do trust him. But not completely.
Sebastian smiled faintly and, unable to resist, placed his palm on her head again. "Since you trustlike this, I'll make sure I never let you down. No matter what." Citrine pursed her lips, shoving his hand off her head. "You're forgetting your place. We're at work, and I'm your boss now." Her tone was all business, but Sebastian just burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. It took him a while to recover. "Alright, you're the boss. You're in charge, I'm not. Satisfied?" Citrine folded her arms, gave a little huff, and didn't bother to reply.
After Sebastian left, Citrine fired up another round of her favorite online game.
That last match hadn't satisfied her at all-she needed to make up for it.
This time, she played all out-aggressive and bold-but thankfully her teammates were just as coordinated, and they pulled off a beautiful win.
She was about to queue up for another gwhen a sudden commotion outside her office caught her attention.
At first, Citrine ignored it, but the noise only grew louder and harder to tune out. Finally, she realized something was off.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe stood and went to the door, unlocking it from the inside.
The hallway outside was packed with people, voices overlapping in a cacophony reminiscent of a weekend farmer's market with everyone clamoring for the last carton of eggs.
Citrine watched them impassively for a moment before asking, “ ve "What's going on out here? Why all the noise?" At the sound of her voice, the crowd instantly fell silent and straightened up.
The office was dead quiet in the blink of an eye.
Citrine might only be nineteen and friendly enough, but she was sharp, demanding, and had a knack for business that was downright intimidating. No one at CICI Group dared cross her.
Finally, someone spoke up. "Ms. Whitmore, it's about the new CEO you hired. He rejected every proposal our team submitted-and he called our work garbage." The resentment in the speaker's voice was palpable. "We don't accept that."
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