MainNovelChapter 166 Last time, Citrine had disrupted Sawyer's negotiations with CICI Group, and he hadn't forgotten. Now, seeing her here today, Norton felt a creeping sense of dread. Determined not to let her mess things up again, he decided she shouldn't be allowed inside.
"Your brother's right. You can't go in today," Sawyer said, echoing Norton's sentiment. His gaze toward Citrine grew wary, as if she might ruin everything for him.
Citrine let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to bossaround?" She was genuinely amused-if nothing else, the Iverson family sure knew how to keep surprising her, tand again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCarlotta saw Citrine being pulled aside and followed, frowning. "What's going on here? Citrine's withtoday," she said, clearly annoyed.
Carlotta had read enough online to know the gist of Citrine's messy history with the Iversons. Not that she'd ever had a high opinion of them, but now she could barely hide her disgust.
"Ms. Yarbrough?" Sawyer had been so focused on Citrine, he hadn't even noticed who was with her. Now he recognized Carlotta's face.
Carlotta didn't bother with pleasantries. "Citrine is my guest today." If Citrine weren't so intent on keeping her identity under wraps, Carlotta would've loved to tell Sawyer that the "little girl" in front of him was actually the founder of CICI Group the very person he was so desperate to do business with.
"Ms. Yarbrough, I'm afraid she can't join you today." Sawyer kept a polite smile plastered on his face, though his eyes gave away his resolve-there was no way he was letting Citrine in.
Carlotta bristled at his shamelessness and was about to argue further when Citrine spoke up, her tone edged with amusement. "I was invited. I have an official invitation. Can you say the same?" She looked from Sawyer to Norton, her gaze playful and challenging. "Do either of you have an invitation?" Sawyer and Norton both froze, exchanging startled glances. "Where did you get an invitation?" Sawyer asked, astonished.
Despite pulling every string they had in the medical community, neither father nor son had managed to secure an invitation for today's event. Yet Citrine had gotten one effortlessly. As they looked at each other, their shock was tinged with something else a glimmer of calculation.
Norton immediately shifted tactics, his tone suddenly conciliatory. "Citrine, how about you let us have your invitation? We're willing to pay-nyour price." He looked at her hopefully.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSawyer jumped in as well, desperation clear in his voice. "We really need it." Citrine stared at the two of them, at a loss for words. "Are you two out of your minds?" she said, deadpan. "It's broad daylight-why are you dreaming?" If they thought she'd just hand over her invitation, they were delusional.
"We'll pay. Just tell us how much you want," Norton insisted, slipping into his usual business-negotiation mode.
Citrine's expression turned icy. "Not for sale," she replied flatly.
Just then, a group of middle-aged men in black suits emerged from the Viridis Medical Institute. The onen leading them wore black-rimmed glasses and carried himself with unmistakable authority. His gaze landed squarely on Citrine.
Sawyer caught sight of the man and held his breath, excitement flickering in his eyes. He was about to speak when the man strode past him, heading straight for Citrine. "Is there a problem here?" the man asked, stopping in front of her.
Citrine smiled sweetly. "Just a couple of troublemakers without invitations, trying to forceto hand over mine." She shot a pointed, mocking look at Sawyer and Norton.
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