The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 727

Monday morning, Citrine woke up early and, after a quick breakfast, grabbed her suitcase and headed out the door.

This time, the company had organized a special team-building retreat and even chartered a bus, which now waited out front.

By the time Citrine arrived with her luggage, most of the employees were already gathered, chatting in small groups near the bus.

As soon as they spotted her, everyone seemed to perk up, quickly making their way over.

“Good morning, President Carmichael!”

“President Carmichael, did you have breakfast? I brought a croissant for you, just in case.”

“President Carmichael, please, you should get on first.”

“Here, let me take your bag, President Carmichael.”

One by one, her employees greeted her with genuine warmth, eager to help.

Sebastian Vesper stood off to the side, silently taking it all in. When he’d first joined CICI Group, he’d been surprised—almost skeptical—of how the staff treated Citrine. At first, he'd assumed they were just trying to curry favor with the boss. But as time went on, seeing more of how things worked, he realized it wasn’t about flattery.

Citrine genuinely cared about her team. She made sure they had the best benefits and treated everyone with real respect. The staff remembered her kindness and worked hard, treating Citrine almost like family.

For Sebastian, it was the first time he’d seen such a relationship between a leader and her team, the first time he’d felt the warmth of CICI Group. It was nothing like any other company he’d known; there was a real sense of humanity here.

He watched as Citrine, surrounded by her employees, boarded the bus. A faint smile played at his lips, and he followed after her.

Citrine settled into a window seat near the back, pulling out her phone. She was scrolling through messages when she suddenly noticed someone blocking the light. Looking up, she found Sebastian standing beside her.

“Mind if I sit here?” he asked with a small, easy smile.

Before she could answer, Sebastian had already dropped into the seat next to her, making himself comfortable.

Citrine tried to explain, “Actually, this seat—”