The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 325

In less than two weeks, CICI Group’s new line of medicated skincare products exploded online, rocketing to the top of sales charts across every major platform.

It wasn’t long before the last boxes in CICI Group’s warehouse were swept clean—sold out in a frenzy.

Carlotta could hardly believe it. The medicated cosmetics had just launched, yet they were already a runaway success. Bursting with excitement, she hurried to find Citrine, eager to discuss ramping up production. To her surprise, Citrine refused.

Carlotta was baffled. “Our products are selling like crazy—why not increase our stock?”

“We will. But not just yet.” Citrine’s eyes stayed glued to her computer screen, fingers flying over the keyboard. Calm and methodical, she spoke to Carlotta without missing a beat, taking full advantage of this brief period before competitors could react.

Their company president looked every bit the tech-obsessed young woman right then, typing with such intensity it was as if sparks might fly from the keys. Carlotta couldn’t help but twitch a smile at the sight. “So, when will the time be right?” she asked.

Citrine glanced up and grinned. “When the buzz online gets even louder.”

Half a month later, Carlotta finally understood what Citrine meant.

Meanwhile, CICI Group’s official social media was practically blowing up.

Comments flooded in from every direction.

“These medicated products are incredible! I used your shampoo, and my seborrheic dermatitis is totally gone.”

“I tried your acne cream—it really works! Only someone who’s struggled with breakouts like me can understand what it feels like to finally be confident.”

“I’ve been using your moisturizer and toner, and now my skin is not only smooth, it’s several shades brighter.”

“I’m never using another brand again. You’ve got a customer for life.”

“Oh my god, when will there be more? I’ve been waiting forever!”

“I can’t stand the wait—why didn’t I stock up when I had the chance?”

“@CICI Group, please let us know as soon as you restock!”

“I’m begging you, restock soon—I want to buy so badly I’ll even pay extra!”

“Citrine? Is this really the licensing agreement for CICI Group’s medicated cosmetics?”

Everyone in Crestwood knew about CICI Group’s meteoric rise—Raymond included. Their medicated skincare was the talk of the town, a cash cow that every business wanted a share of.

Citrine nodded calmly. “Yes. It’s for you.”

Raymond stared at his daughter, stunned. “Wait…where did you get this?”

A suspicion crossed his mind, and he ventured carefully, “Did your friend Carlotta from CICI Group give this to you?”

“Mhm.” Citrine nodded solemnly. Carlotta had printed it out and handed it to her—so, technically, that was true.

Raymond looked down at the contract, utterly speechless.

CICI Group’s medicated skincare was selling like crazy; the company’s influence was at its peak. Right now, every business in town was falling over themselves for a chance to collaborate—even storming CICI Group’s doors if they had to.