My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 309

Chapter 309:

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Instinctively wary of Willow, Carrie found herself fabricating a response on the spot. Willow’s expression showed clear disbelief as she said, “Your ensemble seems quite formal, more fitting for a meeting than a casual shopping trip.”

Eyeing Willow’s inquisitive stare, Carrie coldly questioned, “Is your approval required for my fashion choices? I chose this outfit for today. Do you see a problem with it?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Willow stuttered. She then muttered, looking down, “Mrs. Norris, you’re quite fiery.”

“Indeed, I can be moody. You are here to manage Bayview Villa, not to socialize. I’d prefer it if you stuck to your duties.” With those words, Carrie quickly walked down the stairs, the sound of her heels punctuating her exit.

Carrie chose a black luxury car from the garage for her trip. Halfway there, she pulled over to unblock Tristan’s phone number. Once connected, Tristan’s voice was arrogant and mocking. “I thought you were done with us. Now you want something, and you call?”

Carrie responded coldly, “We need to meet.”

Tristan quickly replied, “Come to our place. We’re going to the hospital to see your sister soon and can’t meet anywhere else.”

“Meet me at the company. I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” Carrie said firmly, then hung up, tossed her phone onto the passenger seat, and sped up.

She arrived at the Campbell family business thirty minutes later. The business had moved to a new free-trade area, very different from the old city center where it was when she was a child. Everything looked different now, twenty years later. The area mostly had smaller businesses, and most cars were simple, affordable models. So, Carrie’s luxurious black car stood out, making people stop and wonder who the important person arriving was.

As soon as Carrie parked, she noticed Tristan and Cindy getting out of a taxi. Despite having seen them only a few days ago, both Tristan and Cindy appeared significantly older. Cindy’s heavy makeup did little to conceal the new wrinkles etching her face or the dark circles under her eyes.

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As they approached, Tristan’s expression chilled at the sight of the luxury car parked behind Carrie. He said without hesitation, “Selling just one of these cars could have saved our company, but you stood by. How could you lack such compassion?”

Cindy, noticing the gathering crowd, began to wipe her eyes theatrically, crying out, “You may despise your father and me, but what about your sister? She’s innocent in all this! How could you let such a horrible thing happen to her and just stand by?”

The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their initially admiring glances shifting to judgment. How could someone so stunning be so merciless?

Carrie crossed her arms, her gaze icy and unyielding. “If you’re trying to gain sympathy by playing the victim, don’t expect me to clean up your mess. If you’re asking for help, at least act like it.”

Tristan and Cindy exchanged awkward glances, their earlier bravado evaporating into silence. Carrie took a slow step forward, her heels clicking against the pavement. A chilling authority radiated from her, and the tension in the air grew palpable. She surveyed the gathered crowd, her voice calm but cutting. “Before you speak, make sure you know all the facts. Don’t let yourself be used as someone else’s pawn without even realizing it.”

Had anyone else said this, it might have been dismissed as posturing. But Carrie wasn’t just anyone. Her commanding presence, striking beauty, and confident demeanor left no room for doubt—she was not to be trifled with.

The silence stretched uncomfortably as Carrie turned and walked toward the office building. Tristan and Cindy hesitated briefly before scurrying after her.

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