MainNovelChapter 117 Seeing how confident Citrine looked, Salopened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately held her tongue.
Regina's eyes gleamed with challenge. "If this bag is genuine, I'll give you my entire allowance for the year. But what if it's a fake?" Citrine smiled sweetly, waiting for her to continue. "Well, what do you suggest?" Regina glanced sidelong at Weston, gauging his reaction. When she saw that his expression hadn't changed, she pressed on. "If it turns out to be a fake, then you have to leave the Carmichael family for good." Her ambition was laid bare for everyone to see-Regina wasn't hiding it anymore.
Weston never minded a little rivalry within the family. In fact, the old man had always admired a fighting spirit in his younger days, and he preferred his grandchildren to be ambitious-as long as they were talented enough to bring honor to the family name.
He'd brought Regina to countless high-society events; every single time, she'd outshine the other debutantes and steal the spotlight. It was this boldness and poise that made Weston favor her even more.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtToday, Regina was using that favoritism to push her luck.
"Regina, that's enough! Who do you think you are, telling someone to get out?" Raymond's face darkened, his glare sharp enough to cut through steel.
She swallowed hard, but forced herself to reply, "Uncle Raymond, it was Citrine who challengedfirst." Her body trembled; her heart was pounding so loudly she could barely hear herself think. She didn't even dare look at Raymond's face.
But this was her one shot-she wasn't going to throw it away.
The whole Carmichael family had cornered her into this.
Weston had almost decided to have Raymond adopt her; she'd been this close to becoming Raymond's daughter, and after that, the whole Carmichael estate would have been hers. But then, out of nowhere, Citrine cback.
If only Citrine had stayed gone-if only she'd never returned, or better yet, never survived out there—Regina would've had it all.
Now that Citrine had crushed her hopes, she'd have to fight for herself.
"So? Do you dare to bet?" Regina stared at Citrine, doing her best to ignore everyone else's stares. Her eyes brimmed with disdain.
"Why should I?" Citrine narrowed her eyes. "If you lose, you just hand over your allowance. But if I lose, I'm supposed to leave the Carmichael family? That's hardly fair. Nice try." Regina thought Citrine was bluffing and pressed harder. "Fine—if I lose, I'll leave the Carmichael family too. Satisfied?" "Don't forget the allowance," Citrine replied, her gaze unwavering. "If I lose, I'll give you my allowance for the year as well." Regina was speechless for a moment. Was Citrine really more concerned about the allowance than her place in the family? "Fine." They were both on the verge of being thrown out, and Citrine was still hung up on the allowance. Regina wondered if she was out of her mind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith everything settled, Citrine pulled out her phone and, right in front of everyone, made a call.
The line connected instantly.
At MagnoliaJR headquarters, Rachel Tyler saw the familiar number flash on her screen, she immediately dropped her feet from the desk and sat up straight.
"Citrine? You finally decided to call me. What's up-missedalready?" Sup е Rachel's tone was full of excitement.
After listening to Citrine's explanation, Rachel's face changed. O "Someone said the bag gave you is a fake? Who's the idiot with a death wish?" Rachel slammed her hand on the desk and shot to her feet.
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