The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 314

Citrine’s worry was impossible to miss in her voice.

Raymond paused, feeling a warmth in his chest. He reached out and gently tousled his daughter’s hair, his tone soft and reassuring. “You just focus on being happy. I’ll take care of everything.”

Citrine frowned. “Dick isn’t really a threat on his own, but the people backing him are another story.”

She suspected that the Glenwood family might be behind Dick. If that was true, they’d definitely make a move against Raymond.

Just picturing the Glenwoods and their dirty tricks made Citrine’s expression darken.

“Don’t worry, Citrine. No matter who’s behind him, I’m not afraid.” Raymond knew as well as she did that Dick’s supporters weren’t simple, but he had his own scores to settle with Dick.

A moment later, something seemed to occur to Citrine. She looked at him curiously. “Why are you going after Dick anyway?”

From her perspective, Dick’s business didn’t even compete with the Carmichael family’s, and since his backers were such a headache, it made no sense for Raymond to target him. She couldn’t figure out his motivation.

Raymond hesitated, lowering his gaze. “It’s personal between us.”

Hearing that, Citrine didn’t press any further.

Just as she was about to leave, another thought struck her. “Wait, isn’t today a holiday? Doesn’t your company get the day off for Independence Day?”

In truth, the company had been pushing hard for over a month to move headquarters to Crestwood, with everyone working overtime—but he’d at least been paying triple wages.

Raymond was caught off guard by her question and misread her intention, thinking she wanted him to stay home with her.

“Do you want us to take the day off?” he asked.

Citrine paused, then said, “Your employees must be exhausted. They should really get some rest while they can.”

She’d only mentioned it in passing, and left without another word.

Her inner voice screamed: He could’ve just left it at ‘my daughter said’—why add ‘I agree’?

She stared at the boss’s message in disbelief. Everyone knew that in the past, if anyone posted something off-topic in the main group, President Carmichael would drag them into his office for a dressing-down that left a lasting trauma.

Meanwhile, the employee chat was buzzing with excitement.

“Girl, you got so lucky today—the boss’s daughter showed up, and President Carmichael’s in a good mood.”

“She’s our lucky charm! What do I do, I think I love her even more now.”

“She really gets what it’s like to be a tired wage slave. Why can’t she be my boss instead?”

“Honestly, when’s President Carmichael going to step down and let his daughter take over?”

“I can already picture what bliss it would be to work for her.”