NovelFinishChapter 74 "The whole Iverson family, except for Citrine, is just a bunch of idiots. The more I think about it, the angrier I get." "How does someone that stupid even run a company? With a heart that black, there's no way they're making anything decent. From now on, I'm never buying anything from any Iverson company again." Public outrage against the Iverson family swept the nation. That day, The Iverson Group's stock price took a nosedive, and Sawyer threw a fit in his office.
Meanwhile, Citrine went about her day at school as if nothing had happened.
Ever since the truth cout about her not pushing Jeanette down the stairs, Citrine's reputation on campus had done a complete 180.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer striking looks only drew more attention-suddenly, plenty of students wanted to befriend her. After classes ended, two girls she'd recently met invited Citrine and Amelia out for the afternoon. The four of them started with a movie at the mall and then headed to an upscale karaoke lounge.
As they reached the door, Amelia tugged nervously at Citrine's sleeve, her face a little pale. "Citrine, this is Siren's Whisper. Maybe we should go somewhere else?" Siren's Whisper was the most exclusive karaoke bar in Havencrest-naturally, the prices matched.
Leonie and Felicity, both from comfortable but modest families, had never set foot in a place this fancy before. Their eyes shone with anticipation, but reality quickly set in. They shook their heads, embarrassed. "Yeah, Citrine, this is a bit much for us. Maybe we could try somewhere else?" Just then, a shrill voice cut through the conversation.
"Honestly, what a bunch of nobodies. Clearly never seen how the other half lives." The woman addressing them wore bright red lipstick, her hair styled in tic waves, and a tight cocktail dress that did little to distract from the thick makeup caked over her face. Her features-clearly the product of a little too much cosmetic work- looked even more severe as she sneered at them.
"What's your problem?" Amelia shot back, feeling thoroughly insulted.
"My problem is that I don't have tfor broke kids like you," the woman replied, rolling her eyes. Working at a high-end place like this, with a salary that most people could only dream of, she clearly didn't see Citrine and her friends as worth her trouble.
Even Leonie and Felicity, normally the picture of patience, couldn't hold back their anger. They were just about to give the woman a piece of their mind when Citrine shot them a calming look.
They swallowed their protests.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCitrine stepped forward, her gaze icy and voice firm. "Get your manager. Now." "And who do you think you are? Our manager doesn't just see anyone, you know." The woman coolly looked them up and down again, her disdain even more obvious after confirming their clothes didn't scream 'VIP.'
"I'll say this one last time. Get your manager." Citrine pulled a card from her pocket-the one Raymond had given her-and slapped it down on the marble counter. "You think just because you—" The woman's voice died in her throat as she caught sight of the card.
"That's a black platinum card-how did you...?" Her eyes widened in disbelief, voice suddenly trembling.
Siren's Whisper was owned by the Carmichael Group, and there were only two black platinum cards in existence-both held by the owner. If this girl had one, she had to be someone important.
The woman's bravado vanished, replaced by a sudden flash of fear.
Citrine didn't bother to answer. "Get your manager," she said again, her patience gone.
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