My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 167

Chapter 167:

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“Well…” The director floundered, his gaze flitting to Carrie like a drowning man reaching for a lifeboat.

Lise’s lips curled into a sly grin. “Why don’t we call Kristopher over? Since he’s footing the bill, let’s ask him who he’d rather gift the dress to—me or her.”

The tension in the room grew as thick as fog.

Finally, Carrie’s soft voice broke through. “If she likes it, let her have it. I’ll choose something else.”

Relief washed over the director’s face as though he’d been pardoned from a death sentence. “Thank you,” he blurted, flashing Carrie a grateful smile before signaling to an assistant. “Quick, package this gown for Ms. Nash.”

Lise shot Carrie a long, triumphant look, her satisfaction radiating like a rooster crowing at dawn.

Even Oliver couldn’t help feeling indignant on Carrie’s behalf.

He turned to her, his voice low with concern. “Mrs. Norris—” But when he looked, Carrie had already drifted away. He found her on the other side of the room, meticulously browsing through the display of gowns, as serene as a lake untouched by stormy winds. For a moment, Oliver didn’t know whether to feel relieved or worried. It seemed she no longer cared about Mr. Norris at all.

Carrie eventually selected two dresses: a green, modernized Victorian-style gown and a sleek silver piece adorned with delicate pearls. With Lise departed to her VIP room and only the director and Oliver remaining, Carrie held up her selections. “Which do you think suits me better?”

“The one on the left,” they responded simultaneously, indicating the silver gown. The director elaborated, “This one exudes elegance and grandeur, perfectly suited for Mrs. Melany Norris’s birthday banquet.”

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Carrie’s slight frown suggested disagreement. She recognized the older generation’s traditional preferences, but liking both options, she found the choice inconsequential. “Alright,” she nodded, handing the silver gown to the director.

Two hours later, Carrie stepped out, transformed. The silver gown hugged her figure with the precision of a sculptor’s masterpiece. Her natural beauty, highlighted by subtle makeup, made her cheeks bloom like spring flowers. Loose curls framed her face, lending a soft elegance that contrasted with her usual icy composure. The pearls on her gown shimmered faintly with every move as if catching whispers of light.

Lise emerged around the same time, but the comparison wasn’t kind. Despite towering heels, her gown still dragged awkwardly, the fabric pooling around her like spilled ink. The strapless design betrayed her less-than-ample figure, while heavy makeup tried—and failed—to mask her plainness. Her gaze flitted across the room, catching the subtle shift in reactions, each one a dagger of truth.

The makeup artist tried to salvage the moment, his voice overly enthusiastic. “This gown is worth over a million! Ms. Nash will surely be the star of tonight’s ceremony.” Lise’s lips quirked upward in a feigned smile. “Indeed,” she said lightly, brushing off the tension. “It’s not quite my style, though.”

Her gaze landed on Carrie, her smile sharpening into something more predatory. “But when I want something, it’s mine. Wouldn’t you agree, Ms. Campbell?”

“At least the title of Mrs. Norris was never yours before, isn’t yours now, and if I don’t let go, it won’t be yours in the future either.” Carrie turned back to face Lise, a faint smile curving her lips. The soft glow of the chandelier above cast a radiant sheen in her eyes, making her look both stunning and composed. Her voice wasn’t loud, but the words landed with undeniable force, easily audible to everyone in the room.

Just moments ago, she had silently allowed Lise to take the dress, letting everyone believe she was an easy target. But now, she spoke with such certainty that her words cut through the tension like a knife. They were grounded in confidence, in a quiet but unshakable moral high ground, unlike Lise’s hollow words.

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