MainNovelChapter 179 At that moment, everyone in the conference room was already picturing President Carmichael storming hto give his daughter a good scolding.
But just as they braced themselves for their usually stern boss to unleash his temper, they heard President Carmichael-of all people-speaking into the phone a voice so soft and oddly high-pitched that it barely sounded like him, or even like a man at all. "Citrine, don't be mad, sweetheart. Daddy just wanted to stand up for you." Raymond paused, then added, "And it was just a little over a billion. It's really not that much." The senior executives exchanged glances. The world of the rich was clearly beyond their comprehension.
There had always been rumors that President Carmichael doted on his daughter, but this was the first tany of them had seen it with their own eyes.
This wasn't just doting-it was full-blown daddy's girl territory.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRaymond now sat frowning, clearly surprised that Citrine was upset over this.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the call, Citrine was completely stunned by what she'd just heard, suddenly at a loss for words.
"But... but you can't just... throw money around like that," she stammered. We're talking over a billion dollars here, not pocket change. Just thinking about it made her wince.
Raymond was amused. Turns out, Citrine had called because she thought he was being reckless with money. "Don't worry, honey. I know when to save and when to spend. Besides, your old man will make plenty more. Someday, it'll all be yours." "Alright, I have to get back to work. Talk later." On the other end, Citrine, flustered and embarrassed, hurriedly found an excuse and hung up.
Raymond looked at his phone, grinning. "Shy, are we?" he chuckled.
What he didn't know was that the entire exchange with his daughter had been recorded and sent straight to the company's group chat.
The Carmichael Group's employee chat was now buzzing with excitement.
"Wait, is that really our sharp-tongued President Carmichael?" "He yells at us all day at work, but goes hand gets bossed around by his daughter. Hilarious." "President Carmichael's daughter is a force of nature-she actually made him squeak! I can't stop laughing." "If the company ever goes under, President Carmichael won't even need to worry. He can just do voiceovers for his daughter and make a fortune." "Speaking of money, I'm dying of jealousy. Over a billion dollars just to back up his daughter? What kind of family is this?" "I never thought President Carmichael was such a pushover for his daughter. Anyone know if he's looking to adopt another one?" Meanwhile, The Iverson Group, which had already taken a severe hit last time, was finished for good after this latest disaster.
All their funds had been sunk into a medical device project. Now that the project had collapsed, there was no money left to pay anyone-from the executives who were owed stock dividends to the workers waiting for their wages.
Downstairs, a crowd of workers demanding their pay had blocked every entrance to the Iverson Group building.
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Inside, Sawyer and Norton sat holed too up in their raid to se foot outside. Both men sat in grim silence, chain-smoking, when suddenly Sawyer's phone rang.
"Hello? Who is this?" Sawyer's voice was hoarse.
"It's Carlotta." "Carlotta?" Sawyer immediately stubbed out his cigarette, springing to his feet.
There was bitterness in his voice. "You calling to gloat now?" Even now, Sawyer still had no idea how he'd managed to offend the CICI Group. If The Carmichael Group had cafter them for Citrine's sake, what about the CICI Group? What did they want?
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