FreeGoodNovelChapter 405:
There had been whispers around the office that Kristopher, who had recently seemed almost human thanks to
his improving relationship with Mrs. Norris, had reverted to his usual frosty demeanor. Naturally, tongues
wagged, speculating about cracks in their marriage.
Oliver's voice was calm, like a soothing balm. “Just keep an eye on the clock and make sure dinner isn't delayed
for Mr. and Mrs. Norris.”
“Trust me, their relationship is fine.”
The others, sent back to salvage their work, caught wind of this exchange. A wave of realization swept through
them, and they quickly chimed in, voices full of forced cheer. “Thanks for the tip, Oliver. Please remind Mr. Norris
to head hearly and spend stwith Mrs. Norris. We'll email the revisions to you directly. Take a look
for us, would you? And tomorrow's coffee is on us.”
With that, they scurried away, grateful to escape the blast radius.
Oliver shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. Pushing open the door, he stepped into the empty meeting
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtroom. Kristopher, clearly aware of the chatter outside, looked up from his phone. “Have they cleared out?”
“Yes,” Oliver replied, tidying the papers left behind. “So, are you heading hfor dinner with Mrs. Norris?”
Kristopher’s tone was as flat as a calm sea before a storm. “She’s having dinner with her friend.”
Oliver's eyes sparkled with mischief as he suggested, “Then why not surprise her and pick her up?”
Kristopher didn’t object, glancing again at his phone to read the message from Carrie. The mall she was at
wasn't far from the office.
At the mall, Willow dropped to her knees before Carrie, her voice trembling with exaggerated grief. “Mrs. Norris,
I've worked my fingers to the bone taking care of you! My family’s survival depends on me, and this is how you
repay me? Firingwithout cause? You rich folk treat us like we're invisible!”
Camille froze momentarily, her mind racing.
Then, recovering her wits, she stepped in front of Carrie, her stance protective. “Enough of this theatrical
performance. Your wages have been settled. It’s not our fault that—"
But before she could finish, Willow raised her voice, her words ringing out like a bell in a quiet hall. “This so-
called big star doesn’t even treat people as human! She exploits the poor!”
Curious onlookers began to gather, their murmurs swelling like a rising tide. Carrie, freshly off a film set and still
clad in a mask and glasses, felt their stares sharpen with speculation. The crowd buzzed with guesses about her
identity.
Seizing the moment, Willow shifted tactics, tically sitting on the ground as if the weight of the world had
crushed her. “Wages? What wages? | haven't seen a single coin! The richer they are, the colder their hearts!”
Camille and Carrie exchanged a glance, their unease growing. Leaning closer, Camille whispered, “Did her salary
get paid?”
Carrie shook her head slightly, her expression clouded. Willow's wages were managed by Oliver, so Carrie wasn't
certain of the details. After a moment's thought, Carrie addressed the growing crowd, her voice steady but firm.
“If there's an issue with your salary, you're welcto contact the person in charge or file for labor arbitration.
But spreading false accusations in public could land you in court for defamation.”
Initially planning to mention Oliver's name, Carrie decided against it. With the way rumors spread like wildfire on
social media, the situation could spiral out of control.
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