My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 208

Chapter 208:

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She approached the reception desk, her voice steady despite her nerves. “Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Kristopher Norris.”

The receptionist, a well-dressed woman, looked up, her gaze assessing Beverly’s casual outfit—a cheap, cartoon-printed T-shirt and faded jeans. Women often came to see Kristopher, but Beverly’s appearance was far from what she expected.

“Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked politely, though her tone carried a hint of skepticism.

“Appointment?” Beverly faltered. “No, but Mr. Norris’s friend is in danger. I need his help.”

The receptionist’s smile was polite but dismissive. “Miss, if your friend is in danger, I recommend calling the police. Or, if your friend knows Mr. Norris, perhaps their family or friends can give you his contact information.”

“Friend? Family?” Beverly muttered, her mind racing. She didn’t know anyone in Carrie’s family who could connect her to Kristopher.

“Miss, who are you? What do you need from Mr. Norris?” A gentle voice interrupted from behind Beverly.

Beverly turned toward the voice and saw an elegant woman in sunglasses. Her outfit, paired with a designer bag worth millions, radiated wealth.

Before Beverly could process who she was, the receptionist hurried forward with a respectful nod. “Ms. Nash, the CEO is in his office. You can take the private elevator directly upstairs.”

The woman—Lise Nash—removed her sunglasses, her sharp eyes landing on Beverly. A flicker of recognition crossed her face. “Oh, I know you. You’re Carrie’s makeup artist.”

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Beverly had appeared in some of the candid photos of Carrie.

Beverly shrank back instinctively, clutching her shirt as if it might shield her from Lise’s scrutiny. She stayed silent, unsure how to respond.

The receptionist piped up to explain, “Ms. Nash, this young lady says her friend is a friend of Mr. Norris and that her friend is in danger. She came here asking for his help.”

Carrie in danger? Lise’s brows furrowed. The news about Carrie trending online had only just begun, yet it was possible that Asher’s obsessive fans might already have made a move. Or perhaps Elva had orchestrated something? The idea pleased her. If those crazed fans ruined Carrie’s face, she’d be forced out of the entertainment industry for good.

Feigning impatience, Lise scoffed, “Look at her. Does she seem like someone whose friend would know Kristopher? You’re letting just anyone in now? If you keep this up, Kristopher might as well quit being CEO and become a superhero instead!”

“Yes, Ms. Nash. I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again. I’ll have her leave immediately.” The receptionist flushed with embarrassment.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened. Camille emerged, followed by a girl.

Camille was ranting, “I told you not to apply here, but you wouldn’t listen! The CEO’s crazy, so how could his staff be normal? Did you hear what HR said? If you could meet those requirements, you wouldn’t need to be an intern—you’d be running your own company!”

Camille looked up, noticing Lise berating the receptionist, with Beverly standing awkwardly nearby. Her sharp heels clicked as she walked over.

Camille smirked. “A mistress acting like she owns the place? Hilarious, isn’t it?”

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