The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 437

Citrine’s gaze flickered for a moment. She pressed her lips together, then answered softly, “We’re not close.”

Raymond glanced at his daughter, immediately sensing she wasn’t telling the whole truth. But he didn’t push her for more. No one knew his daughter better than he did—if Citrine didn’t want to talk, not a single word would escape her lips.

On the way home, Raymond refrained from bringing up anything about the CICI Group. Instead, it was Citrine who broke the silence.

“Are you angry that I kept the CICI Group from you?” At last, she voiced the question that had been weighing on her mind.

Raymond looked taken aback. He hadn’t expected his daughter to care about his opinion, and the realization filled him with both surprise and a quiet thrill. “Of course not. You’re free to make your own choices,” he said. The fact that his daughter even cared what he thought meant she was finally starting to open up to him. How could he possibly be upset?

Citrine’s eyes grew thoughtful. She reached into her bag and handed him a document. “This is the contract for The Carmichael Group.”

Raymond glanced at it. “A partnership agreement for the skincare line,” he noted, flipping through the pages. He trusted Citrine implicitly and had no intention of scrutinizing the details.

But just as he was about to close the folder, something on the page caught his eye. His expression changed to one of disbelief. “A fifty-fifty split? Citrine, that’s incredibly generous.”

Raymond was a businessman. He knew exactly how lucrative CICI Group’s pharmaceutical skincare division was—countless companies would kill for a share, and even a measly twenty percent would be a windfall. He never imagined Citrine would offer him an even split.

Determined not to take advantage of his daughter, Raymond was about to refuse.

But Citrine’s eyes softened, and she looked at him with unusual seriousness. “You’re not like the others.” To her, no one else could compare to Raymond.

It stunned him to realize how special he was in his daughter’s eyes.

He gazed at her, warmth flooding his heart. Words failed him; there was nothing more to say.

Her words echoed in his mind, filling him with a happiness he had never known—a gentle, radiant warmth. In that moment, he felt truly blessed.

Then, as if remembering something, Citrine pulled out another contract and handed it to him.

She got straight to the point. “I want to create something called Blood Rain. I’d like The Carmichael Group to join as well.”

“Blood Rain?” Raymond repeated, momentarily puzzled.