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Everyone in the Saunders family could hear the resistance in Citrine’s voice when she spoke to Gorman. And since everyone was firmly on Citrine’s side, not a single person spoke up for Gorman.

After dinner, Citrine was the first to leave the table.

Herschel set his fork down on his plate with a heavy clatter. He shot Gorman a warning glare. “You’d better make things right with Citrine soon. Otherwise, you might as well start packing your bags—there won’t be a place for you in this family.”

Even Inez, who rarely got involved, couldn’t help chiming in, “If Citrine can’t forgive you, don’t blame your grandmother for forcing you to choose.”

Monica and Wade had never liked Gorman to begin with. Both were fiercely protective of their little sister, so it wasn’t surprising that their faces were icy cold toward him.

By the time the meal ended, it felt like Gorman was the only casualty left at the table.

He knew he deserved it. Still, when he remembered Citrine laughing and calling Wade “big brother,” a deep ache twisted in his chest.

He couldn’t help but think back to when they were kids—back then, if Wade so much as touched her, Citrine would burst into tears. Every single time, it was Gorman who had to coax her back to smiles.

Now, feeling utterly miserable, Gorman didn’t care about the time difference. He grabbed his phone and made a transatlantic call to his assistant, who was still in Magnolia.

His assistant, startled awake, picked up with a groggy, annoyed shout: “For God’s sake, this better be important! Otherwise, you’re dead to me!”

The outburst spent some of his anger. He finally cracked open one eye to look at the screen. When he saw the contact name—“The Boss Himself”—his heart sank.

It took him ten seconds to collect himself before he apologized on the line, “My apologies, Mr. Gorman. I thought it was someone else calling.”

Gorman ignored him.

Sensing the mood, the assistant hurriedly asked, “President Saunders, is there something you need?”

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