NovelEnglishChapter 689 "Happy now?" Quentin barked at Citrine, his voice sharp with resentment as he grudgingly took the seat furthest from her.
Citrine's expression never wavered.
She sat quietly, waiting until Quentin had completely vacated the spot. Once he was gone, she called the server over in her usual calm tone. "Would you mind cleaning this seat for me?" The young woman froze, momentarily speechless-she'd never had a request like that before.
She glanced at Quentin. Even knowing he cfrom old money, she couldn't help but feel a secondhand embarrassment for him in this moment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe'd always assumed Crestwood's rich kids were all swagger and bluster, never expected to see one so thoroughly put in his place.
What a mess this crowd is, she thought. Good thing I'm just a server.
The server hesitated, standing awkwardly by the table. Citrine looked up, meeting her gaze, then turned to Sebastian and held out her hand.
Sebastian blinked, unsure for a split second, then caught on. He slipped several crisp hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and placed them in Citrine's hand.
He was reaching for more when Citrine shot him a look and mouthed, "That's enough. Stop." Sebastian nearly laughed, quickly withdrawing his hand.
Citrine weighed the bills in her palm, wincing inwardly at the expense. Still, she placed the stack on the coffee table and slid it toward the server, giving her a small, amused smile. "Go ahead, please." The server stared, wide-eyed, as if she'd never seen anything more beautiful than that pile of cash. Not only was Citrine stunning, her voice was like music to the girl's ears.
Afraid the money might somehow vanish, the server blurted, "Of course I'll clean it right away!" There was no hint of humiliation in her eyes now, only the hunger for money. Citrine's gaze drifted to the server's shoes-worn through at the toes, patched up more than once. She allowed herself the faintest, knowing smile.
Quentin, watching the whole scene unfold, was livid. He glared at Citrine, incredulous. "Citrine Carmichael, what the hell is this? Are you saying I'm dirty?" She met his eyes, the corners of her lips curling, saying nothing but conveying everything.
Quentin felt the humiliation burn in his chest. He couldn't breathe, couldn't swallow the anger and shame. The server set to work with single-minded focus, scrubbing every inch of the seat, not sparing even cracks between the the cushions. After all, she'd just been paid handsomely for her trouble.
When she finished, she straightened up with a smile. "All done." Citrine nodded, returning the smile.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThen, her expression softening, she turned to Sebastian and gestured for him to sit. "Go ahead." Sebastian smiled, taking the seat beside Citrine as everyone in the room watched.
Quentin looked like he might explode.
Meanwhile, Theo Glenwood, who'd been silent at Quentin's side, hadn't taken his eyes off Citrine from the mement she'd entered. His gaze was hungry, almost desperate. It was the first the'd seen her since the accident.
Seeing her again made his heart race, but the sight of Sebastian sitting next to her wiped the smile from his face.
What was Sebastian's deal? One day he was CEO of the Stellaris Stellarisom Corporation, the next he was running cher Group. Was he playing skind of game? And Citrine clearly knew all this-so why did she still keep him so close? Did she have feelings for him? The thought made Theo's jaw clench, his glare at Sebastian sharp enough to cut.
Sebastian now at Citrine's side, suddenly felt the weight of Thea'slicy stafe. He looked up and locked eyes with Theo, reading the love intent simmering there.
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