HappyNovelChapter 710 He glanced at the girl wearing a surgical mask and asked, "When will your chairman be arriving?" Citrine didn't answer right away. Instead, she walked over, took a seat across from him, and introduced herself. "Mr. Gorman, it's nice to meet you. I'm Citrine Carmichael." She'd caught a cold last night after getting chilled and, not wanting to infect anyone, had no choice but to show up with a mask covering her face.
"You're Citrine Carmichael?" Gorman sounded genuinely surprised.
"Yes," she replied with a slight nod, her voice hoarse.
She looked Gorman in the eye. "So, are you here today to discuss business, Mr. Gorman, or is this about Jeanette?" Gorman's expression remained icy, his demeanor less than friendly. Citrine guessed, with little doubt, that this was about Jeanette.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSure enough, he didn't hesitate. "I heard President Carmichael showed up at my house yesterday and bullied someone." His tone was sharp, every word edged in accusation.
"So Jeanette ran straight to you to complain, huh?" Citrine wasn't surprised. If there was one thing Jeanette excelled at, it was twisting the truth to suit herself.
Gorman's face didn't change, but his voice grew firmer, more insistent. "President Carmichael, you went after someone under my protection. Don't you think you owean explanation?" "An explanation? And what kind of explanation did you have in mind?" To this moment, Citrine still couldn't quite figure out what Gorman was really after.
Gorman paused, weighing his words, then said, "An apology. And compensation -ten million dollars for Jeanette." "One slap, ten million dollars? Why don't you just go rob a bank?" Citrine almost laughed in disbelief, wondering if she'd heard him right.
Dream on. He wanted money? He'd have to rip it straight out of her heart first.
But Gorman had no intention of backing down. His gaze was cold and unyielding, the threat clear in his eyes. "President Carmichael, not just anyone gets to cross my people and walk away. Since you made a move, you'll have to pay the price." Citrine let out a derisive laugh. "And what if I refuse?" Gorman's lips curled into a frosty smile. "Then you deal with the consequences." With that, he stood up, fixing her with a serious stare. "I hear your CICI Group and Viridis Medical Institute both have significant operations abroad Let's not even mention the rest, but both of them have partnerships with us-the G Group. And as far as I know, all your factories use our facilities, don't they?" The threat was unmistakable, woven through every word.
Citrine's expression darkened, bit by bit.
No one had ever threatened her like this before. If there was one thing Citrine despised, it was being threatened.
She sat in silence for a moment, then shot back, "Mr. Gorman, are you really so sure that CICI Group and Viridis Medical Institute can't survive without G Group?" Her voice was ice cold.
Gorman's lips twitched in a hint of a smile as he spread his hands. "I couldn't say. All I know is that G Group's facilities are the finest in the entire Federated States of Magnolia." With that, Gorman rose from the couch and headed for the door.
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At the threshold, something seemed to occur to him. He turned back m meeting Citrine's gaze. She watched him, waiting.
"President Carmichael, you really are something," he said, voice tinged with irony. "Even the Saunders have fallen for your tricks." With those words, Gorman left.
Citrine sat for a while, mulling it over, m but couldn't quite make sense of e what he'd meant by that last remark.
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