Chapter 326

Everyone knew that landing a license from CICI Group was a guaranteed win. There was no way to lose.

Raymond had no idea why such a golden opportunity had landed in his lap, but he figured it probably had something to do with Citrine.

Since this was something Citrine wanted him to have, he really couldn't refuse. "Thank you, Citrine—and please thank your friend for me too."

On Sunday, Citrine had planned to catch a movie with a few of her roommates when her phone suddenly buzzed. It was Carlotta.

Carlotta's voice was hoarse, edged with panic. "Citrine, my brother and I had an argument, and he ran off to Crestwood. He's probably almost at the airport by now. Could you pick him up? I'm stuck at Havencrest and can't leave."

"He's not in great shape, and I'm worried about him being on his own."

Carlotta and her brother had always depended on each other. They were all the family either of them had. Right now, besides Citrine, Carlotta honestly had no one else to turn to.

Citrine tried to reassure her. "Don't worry, I'm on my way now."

Carlotta's voice trembled. "Thank you, Citrine. I really don't know who else I could call."

"You don't need to thank me," Citrine replied after a pause.

"Carlotta, you know we're not just colleagues-we're friends."

On the other end of the line, Carlotta felt her chest tighten with relief. Tears welled up and finally spilled over.

After hanging up, Citrine hurried home to the spacious condo Raymond had bought for her. She headed down to the garage, picked a car at random, and drove off.

A little over ten minutes later, she pulled up at the airport.

She checked the photo Carlotta had sent, carefully scanning every boy emerging from the arrivals hall.

At last, she spotted him—a tall, puppyish-looking kid, maybe six feet tall, with skin so pale it almost looked translucent. He had strikingly refined features, and there was a resemblance to Carlotta in his eyes and the curve of his brow.

Citrine jogged over and called out, "Quincy Yarbrough!"

Quincy turned toward the sound of her voice.

He froze the moment he saw her. Citrine was so beautiful it was almost jarring- impossible not to be taken aback.

For a moment, Quincy just stared, lost for words. Then he blinked, flustered, and managed, "Are you... calling me?"

Citrine gave him a lazy smile. “I'm a friend of your sister Carlotta. She asked me to come pick you up."

At the mention of his sister, something shifted in Quincy's eyes.

But as far as he knew, his sister had never really had friends. Suddenly, a thought struck him. His eyes brightened. "Are you the boss my sister always talks about?"

Carlotta never mentioned friends-only her boss, and often. Quincy had heard plenty about this boss of hers: young, brilliant, having founded CICI Group at just seventeen. Carlotta practically worshipped her, and even Quincy couldn't help but feel a bit awed.

Citrine nodded. "I'm your sister's friend. But if you don't mind, you can call me 'sister' too."

"Okay... Sister," Quincy said, his voice sweet and a little shy.

At that moment, his stomach growled loudly. Quincy ducked his head, embarrassed.

Citrine laughed. "Haven't eaten yet? Come on, let's get you something to eat first."

She took the suitcase from his hand and led the way.