HappyNovelChapter 708 Now Citrine had no doubts-Jeanette was clearly involved in this mess.
But what baffled Citrine was that her own investigation had shown Gorman wasn't the type to get entangled with women. He was all business, a textbook corporate shark who always put his company's interests first.
CICI Group was a powerhouse, the ideal partner for The G Group. Why would Gorman throw away a long and profitable partnership just because of Jeanette? What was he really after? After weighing her options, Citrine decided she had to visit Gorman's hin person.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe deal was worth a billion dollars-no one could shrug off a loss like that. Even if she could barely stand Jeanette, Citrine wasn't about to let a grudge cost her that much. She'd swallow her pride, just this once.
A few minutes later, Citrine and Carlotta arrived at Gorman's house, contracts in hand.
They rang the doorbell and waited. Eventually, a housekeeper answered.
Carlotta offered a polite smile. "Good morning. We're from CICI Group. We'd like to see Mr. Gorman." The housekeeper's eyes flickered with recognition and a hint of apology. "I'm sorry, sir is out at the moment. He should be back this afternoon. If you don't mind waiting, please cin." Citrine and Carlotta exchanged a glance and agreed.
Inside, the housekeeper showed them to the living room and served them tea, treating them with the utmost courtesy.
Gorman had always valued business relationships, even when he was abroad. Anyone coming to his hfor business was greeted with the highest standard of hospitality.
Moments later, Jeanette walked in, arms full of shopping bags. She stopped short when she saw Citrine and Carlotta sitting on the sofa.
"Citrine Carmichael, what are you doing here?" Jeanette's voice was sharp, her mood clearly unsettled. Citrine barely raised her eyelids, refusing to even acknowledge Jeanette's presence.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBeing ignored made Jeanette's temper flare. She whirled on the housekeeper. "What's going on? Who let them in?" The housekeeper remained respectful. "Ms. Iverson, these ladies are from CICI Group. They're here to discuss business with Mr. Gorman. I invited them to wait here." Business.
Jeanette glanced at Citrine and Carlotta. If they'd cthemselves, they must really need something-this deal must be crucial for them.
Jeanette couldn't suppress a sudden laugh.
What a wonderful day. Citrine Carmichael, you never imagined you'd end up like this, did you? So what if you're the president of CICI Group? Even you have to ccrawling for help.
She shot the housekeeper a disdainful look. "Since Mr. Gorman isn't home, you really shouldn't just let in random strays off the street. This is a brand-new sofa he e bought-imagine how disgusting it'll be if these two get it dirty The housekeeper hesitated, obviously uncomfortable. "Ms. Iverson, when Mr. Gorman lived when abroad, he always insisted on treating all business guests wife the highest respect. Please, let's keep things professional." Jeanette's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you lecturing me? You're just the help- do you want to lose your job?" The housekeeper quickly lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm only following Mr. Gorman's instructions."
"Still talking back? Do you wantto tell Mr. Gorman to fire you?" Jeanette, humiliated lashed out without thinking and slapped the housekeeper hard across the face.
She let out a cold snort. "You've all seen how Mr. Gorman treatsin C this house my word is as good as his. Disobeyand you'll all be out on the street."
With that, Jeanette crossed her arms and strutted over to Citrine, dripping with scorn "Welt wel, Citrine Carmichael-looks like even you have a day when you have to beg."
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