My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 298

Chapter 298:

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“Carrie, your thoughts?” He raised his gaze to her, seeking her input.

Carrie briefly lingered, straw to her mouth, before calmly saying, “I’m okay with the team’s decision.”

“Then it’s decided,” Soren replied firmly. He specifically visited today to discuss this because the hype around Katrina’s identity was immense. Revealing it on Weekend Party would capitalize on that momentum.

Meanwhile, Lise relaxed on a couch under a cashmere blanket, casually tapping on her phone. Bart, the director, approached with a warm smile, saying, “Lise, Weekend Party wants some of our cast for their next show. We thought you and Stewart would be perfect.”

Lise continued her game without glancing up. “No thanks, find someone else.”

Her preoccupation with Carrie and Kristopher’s growing closeness had left her too drained to think about work, let alone appear on a variety show.

Bart was taken aback by her refusal, as it was a golden opportunity. Seeing a chance, Elva interjected, recognizing the promotional benefit. “Lise, this is a fantastic opportunity. Appearing on Weekend Party could really boost our show’s visibility.”

Frustrated, Lise set her phone aside and frowned. “I’ve already declined. Do I have to be the sole promoter of our show? Kristopher funded this. Now I should promote it as well? What are the others here for—if not merely as ornaments?”

Her indifference to team collaboration, despite her financial contribution, left Bart cold. “Fine,” he replied casually. “If you won’t go, I’ll send the second female lead with Stewart.”

Elva continued to persuade her. “You might be worried about Carrie, but remember, Mr. Norris invested a lot in you. It’s important to show some results.”

Lise dismissed the idea, saying, “That doesn’t concern him.”

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Hearing this, Elva couldn’t help but question—what did Kristopher see in Lise?

Carrie finally agreed to reveal her secret identity, and Soren wasted no time. He immediately dialed Mr. Wright, the chief director of Weekend Party, to pass along the news. “We’ve confirmed that Asher and Carrie will be joining, Mr. Wright,” he said.

Mr. Wright’s response was casual, bordering on indifferent. “Alright. Got it.”

He couldn’t wrap his mind around why the owner of Silver Elephant kept pushing for a newcomer. At first, the TV station had hesitated to include Carrie. As a newcomer without a track record, and with rumors swirling that she was faking a romance with Asher, the showrunners were wary. Even though the rumors had been debunked, some stubborn netizens still clung to them.

With both of them on the show together, viewers would inevitably think the producers were just chasing buzz. Weekend Party didn’t need help in the popularity department, but it was more concerned with preserving its reputation and staying away from any controversies. Still, Soren pushed for Carrie, even going so far as to say that if they changed the cast, Asher would back out too. The station had no choice but to agree.

Soren couldn’t help but smirk, amused by Mr. Wright’s nonchalant response. He was curious to see how Mr. Wright would react once he learned about Carrie’s secret identity. With a sly grin, Soren casually added, “By the way, Carrie isn’t just the lead actress.”

“She’s also the famous screenwriter Katrina Spencer, and this drama is her creation.”

“Katrina… What? Wait, Katrina Spencer?” Mr. Wright, mid-sip, was so stunned he nearly dropped his coffee, setting the mug down hastily. Oblivious to the hot coffee that splashed onto his hand, Mr. Wright’s eyes went wide as he asked, “Wait, are you telling me this actress is Katrina? Mr. Rodgers, this is a joke, right? Everyone says Katrina is a middle-aged person. How could she be a stunning young actress?”

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