The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 330

Norton stared in disbelief at the scene unfolding before him. It took him a long moment to find his voice: "President Carmichael?"

A senior executive nearby heard his question and explained, "This is our chairwoman, President Carmichael of CICI Group."

"You’re the chairwoman of CICI Group?" Norton looked at Citrine, stunned, unable to accept what he was hearing. "No way. That’s impossible."

Citrine smiled at him, but didn’t bother to explain. She simply said, "You should go. You didn’t pass the interview."

Norton’s face darkened immediately. "I haven’t even introduced myself. Why am I being rejected before I’ve even begun?"

He glanced around at the others in the conference room, searching for support.

But the others just shook their heads.

Someone spoke up, not unkindly: "Mr. Iverson, please leave. Our chairwoman made it clear—CICI Group does not hire anyone with ties to the Iverson family."

Norton’s heart pounded in his chest, refusing to calm. He looked at the group earnestly. "Is she really the chairwoman of CICI Group?"

The HR manager answered, "Of course, Mr. Iverson. There’s no reason for us to lie to you—especially since there’s nothing to be gained from it."

Finally, the truth sank in.

Norton knew exactly how powerful CICI Group was. He had never imagined it was founded by an eighteen-year-old girl—much less that she was his own sister.

As memories of what had happened to the Iverson family flashed through his mind, Norton’s expression grew uglier by the second.

He fixed his eyes on Citrine, voice trembling. "Was it you? Was it your plan to bankrupt the Iverson family?"

Norton’s gaze darkened. If the chairwoman of CICI Group had been anyone but Citrine, he might have chalked it up to ruthless business competition.

Citrine idly spun a pen between her fingers. Hearing Norton’s question, she turned to the others and said, "You all can leave."

"I loved Sawyer more than anyone, but he only ever had eyes for Jeanette."

"I was the only one who truly cared about Clifford, but he made my life hell at school—all for Jeanette’s sake."

"And you—you were my brother, I was the one who brought you home. But from the moment Jeanette arrived, you stopped being my brother and became hers."

"You all drove me mad. You destroyed me." Citrine’s eyes were rimmed with red, emotions threatening to spill over.

Norton was stunned by her last words, but didn’t dwell on them.

It was a long time before he finally said, "Citrine, you really are heartless."

Citrine just smiled, unfazed. "That’s right. If I wasn’t, how else could I have crushed you all under my heel?"

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs nonchalantly. Her voice was light, almost teasing: "Get out. If you think you’ll ever work at CICI Group, keep dreaming."