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Camille tilted her head curiously. “So, are you actually going to do it?”
With a casual shrug, Carrie responded, “I gave my word to Mr. Rodgers. A lot of people have put in effort to
support me, so backing out isn’t an option. Besides, the entertainment world is tiny. If | keep dodging her, | might
as well give up on this career altogether.”
Camille nodded in agreement. “Right. She’s the one who should be sweating, not you.”
She clicked her seatbelt into place with a grin. “Letspoil you, Carrie! How about we go grab you a stunning
outfit so you can totally steal the spotlight on the show?”
Carrie waved her hand, brushing off the idea. “I just wanted a quiet dinner with you. No need to splurge on
clothes. Kristopher has already senta ton of designer outfits from the boutique. Ill just grab something from
those.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCamille clicked her tongue in playful disapproval. “You're giving off that all-too-familiar lovebird vibe; you just
can’t help talking about Kristopher.”
Carrie shot back, calm but with a hint of sharpness, “I'm just stating the truth. Love-struck people see everyone
else as love-struck too.”
Camille threw her hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Let's not fight over who's more head-over-heels.”
Carrie smirked, not letting up. “Nope, you're the one who's more smitten.”
Camille flashed a playful smile and gave in. “Okay, okay, you win.”
She couldn't help but smile to herself, realizing how endearingly childish Carrie had becsince reconciling
with Kristopher.
The drive to the mall was filled with laughter and casual conversation. The mall was alive with energy, crowded
with people as dinner tapproached.
Out of nowhere, a figure rushed toward them, and with a loud thud, someone dropped to their knees in front of
Carrie. A crowd of onlookers quickly gathered, whispering among themselves, “What's happening here?”
Carrie instinctively took a step back, squinting for a better look. She soon recognized Willow, the woman she
hadn’t seen in quite stime.
Kristopher skimmed through the proposal with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. His voice, cold and clipped,
sliced through the air. “Do you think | stayed late just to entertain this half-baked nonsense?”
Without so much as a second glance, he flicked the folder from his hand, sending its contents fluttering to the
floor like fallen leaves in a storm.
The executive, composed just moments ago, felt his confidence evaporate like dew under a harsh sun. Beads of
cold sweat dotted his forehead as panic began to bubble beneath the surface. Dropping to his knees, he
scrambled to gather the scattered papers. “Mr. Norris, I'll redo it immediately and have it back on your desk for
review,” he stammered, desperation creeping into his voice.
Kristopher’s face beceven sterner than before. The executive, unsure which of his words had poured
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmgasoline on the fire, clutched the disheveled folder to his chest and made a hasty retreat.
As he opened the door, he nearly collided with Oliver, who was just entering. The executive's eyes lit up with a
flicker of hope. He shut the door behind him and pulled Oliver aside as if holding onto a lifeline. “Oliver, has Mr.
Norris been fighting with Mrs. Norris lately?”
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