Chapter 229 Five percent of the shares? What, does he think I'm a beggar? Making Vitaflux is an excruciatingly complex process. Every ingredient has to be measured with surgical precision-down to six decimal points-and each pill costs her a tremendous amount of energy and focus.
In recent years, The Jensen Group has lost much of its former glory. Five percent of its shares aren't even worth more than five hundred million dollars at this point.
And yet, here was the mighty head of The Jensen Group, haggling away with a metaphorical meat cleaver, slashing prices like he was at a cutthroat garage sale. Citrine had never seen this kind of penny-pinching alpha male before.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat made it almost funny was that, in Phelps's mind, his own father's life apparently wasn't worth more than five percent of the company.
With someone so stingy, Citrine started to wonder if he was really serious about saving Elbert at all.
She let out a soft laugh, her refusal crisp and certain. "Mr. Jensen, even if you gaveten percent of the shares, I still wouldn't be able to help you." Phelps's gentle smile faltered for a split second; he almost couldn't keep it together. Pressing his lips together, he tried again. "Ms. Carmichael, I know my father's attitude toward you was out of line that day. I apologize on his behalf, and I hope you won't hold it against him." Citrine used the sline she'd given Truman and his sister. "Mr. Jensen, I'm the kind of person who holds a grudge." Phelps hadn't expected a teenager to be this hard to sway. Running out of options, he played the friendship card. "Ms. Carmichael, could you dothis favor for the sake of all the years Uncle Manley and I have been friends?" At the mention of Manley, Citrine's smile faded and her brow twitched. "Mr. Jensen, the only reason I agreed to meet with you today is out of respect for Uncle Manley. But this is something I simply can't do. I'm sure Uncle Manley would understand—and support--whatever decision I make." Guilt trips weren't going to work on her.
Citrine had always sensed that Uncle Manley valued Phelps as a friend, but it was obvious to her that Phelps didn't feel the sway. If he truly cared about Manley, he wouldn't be using their friendship as a bargaining chip.
After she finished speaking, Citrine suddenly turned to Phelps and asked, seemingly out of nowhere, "Mr. Jensen, are you really friends with Uncle Manley?" "Of course. We grew up together," Phelps replied, taken aback. He met the clarity in her eyes and nodded, his tone firm.
Citrine smiled but said nothing more.
Phelps couldn't shake the feeling that this kid had seen right through him. He didn't dare linger, making a hasty farewell to Manley before leaving.
Once Phelps had gone, Manley turned to Citrine, his voice tentative. "Citrine, are you upset with me?" Phelps had already told Manley the outcbefore he left, and now Manley was clearly uneasy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCitrine frowned thoughtfully, then answered with quiet sincerity. "Of course not. I know you just care about your relationship with your brother. And I also know that whatever choice I make, you'd never hold it against me."
"You trustthat much, Citrine? Aren't you afraid I might hurt you?" Manley, was surprised. Her unwavering answer softened something long frozen inside him. "Uncle Manley would never do that," Citrine replied with a calm, steady smile.
She trusted Manley-maybe because he'd once helped her when she was overseas.
Back then, Citrine had just escaped Mirage Cay. She saw the worst in everyone, refusing to trust a soul!? With Mirage Cay's influence looming over her, she didn't dare reveal her extraordinary gifts or what she could do.
She tried to survive by picking up manual labor, but doors kept slamming in her face. When she'dfirst fled Mirage Cay she was so thin she barely looked human. Employers either took one look at her and decided she wasn't strong enough, or figured she wouldn't live long and would only bring bad luck to their business.