My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 139

Chapter 139:

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“Mr. Burton, your achievements at such a young age are truly impressive. I’ve enjoyed several of your films. My daughter is a huge fan of yours!”

“Ms. Campbell, you are absolutely stunning. When this TV series hits the screens, it’s destined to be a sensation. From a distance, your ethereal presence completely captivated me.”

“I never imagined Ms. Campbell as an actress. She carries herself like the CEO of a major corporation!”

Having shed the soiled white dress from the set, Carrie now sported a beige long-sleeved blouse adorned with delicate gold lace, paired with black skinny pants. Her inherently calm presence seemed to enhance her commanding aura.

Around her, the men were visibly enchanted, their gazes filled with awe, yet they maintained a respectful silence, not venturing beyond admiring looks.

Breaking his usual stoic facade, Asher joined in the chorus of praise. “Carrie indeed sets the standard for beauty in our industry!” He turned to face her, his eyes softening. “But it’s her talent that truly outshines her looks.”

The business crowd, quick to sense the dynamics, chuckled knowingly. “Mr. Burton and Ms. Campbell are a match made in heaven.”

At a neighboring table, Aspyn whispered, almost to herself, “Asher really watches out for Carrie. Ever since they announced their partnership, there’s been a distinct aura surrounding them. It seems I’m not the only one who thinks they’re a picture-perfect pair!”

Upon hearing this, Kristopher halted momentarily, his eyes rising to meet those of his companions before he asked in a serene tone, “Is that so?”

Oliver felt a chill run down his spine and hastily responded, “Asher is too young. Alongside Ms. Campbell, they could pass for siblings.”

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The room, though not vast, carried Oliver’s words to every corner. Unsure of Kristopher’s motives, the others quickly retreated to their seats, pretending to focus on their meals.

Aspyn’s brow furrowed as she examined the pair once more and remarked, “Is that so? Carrie seems rather youthful herself.”

Oliver responded with conviction, “Absolutely! Their auras are worlds apart! They’re hardly alike at all! A woman of Ms. Campbell’s caliber is more fitting for a man of success.”

Carrie let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head—Oliver was such a shamelessly eager assistant!

Kristopher casually picked up a bite from his plate and set it back down before turning to Carrie with a query. “Ms. Campbell, do Oliver’s words entertain you?” The tension in the room mounted palpably.

The crew, picking up on the shift, glanced towards Carrie with apprehensive looks.

Carrie hesitated, shooting a quick, sharp glance at Kristopher before saying casually, “Mr Norris, you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t catch what Oliver mentioned. I just recalled a troublesome dog I used to know in a village from my youth.”

Kristopher was a curse! Whenever he was nearby, misfortune was sure to follow!

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