My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 279

Chapter 279:

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Realizing begging Daxton was futile, the two men shifted their focus to Mr. Jenkins. “Mr. Jenkins, please, just let us go. We’ve been more than generous with you all these years…”

When they nearly brought up his kickbacks, Mr. Jenkins panicked and shoved them on the shoulder. “Don’t say anything stupid and drag me into this.”

Just as he finished speaking, security appeared. Mr. Jenkins wasted no time, pointing at the men on the ground. “Take them away.”

The two men were swiftly escorted out, and Mr. Jenkins stood silently, sweat still beading on his forehead.

Jenkins hurried after the two men, leaving Daxton standing with the rest of the group. Albin leaned toward Kristopher, whispering, “Don’t you think this guy’s showing a little too much interest in your wife?”

Camille stepped forward, her voice sincere. “Daxton, thank you so much for your help today.”

Albin, taking a step closer, pulled her behind him, speaking with a gruff tone. “Seriously, what’s with all the gratitude? If he hadn’t shown up, Kristopher and I could’ve handled those two idiots ourselves.”

Camille rolled her eyes, exasperated. “Why are you so petty? He helped us, so what’s wrong with being polite and thanking him?”

Kristopher said nothing, his eyes still fixed on Daxton with a cold stare. Daxton, sensing the intensity of Kristopher’s glare, met it with an equally steady look.

Kristopher, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his robe, spoke in a calm tone. “How about we go have a word?”

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Carrie instinctively stepped in front of Daxton, her voice urgent. “Kristopher, don’t push it.” Turning to Daxton, she added, “Daxton, don’t pay him any mind. You should go.”

Daxton’s expression softened, and he gave Carrie’s shoulder a reassuring pat. “It’s alright. Mr. Norris and I go way back. We’re just going to have a quick chat and catch up.”

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Daxton guided Kristopher to a quiet corner and stopped. Kristopher flicked open a pack of cigarettes, lighting one with ease, taking a long drag before speaking in a frosty tone. “Keep your distance from Carrie.”

“She’s an individual. You can’t control her, nor can you dictate who she can be friends with.” Daxton’s usual warmth faded, replaced by an icy detachment that mirrored Kristopher’s own demeanor.

“Friends?” Kristopher blew out a cloud of smoke, his voice dry. “She’s just a distant relative of yours.”

Daxton, propped against the tree, smirked. “Mr. Norris, have you forgotten? The moment you took over the Norris Group, you were eager to cut ties with my family.”

Kristopher’s voice remained steady, but there was an edge of gravity now. “You’ve made choices that have taken your life out of your control. Hers is simple. If you really care about her—even a little—you’d stay out of it.”

“I would give my life to keep her safe. And at least I don’t have some manipulative dream girl. The emotional scars she’s carrying because of you could take away half of her life.”

Daxton pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his lips curling into a half-smile as he glanced at Kristopher, his eyelids heavy. Their gazes met, both of them standing their ground.

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