My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 314

Chapter 314:

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In a moment of frustration, one shareholder aggressively grabbed a document and ripped it to pieces. Quick to intervene, Oliver moved closer and said, “Those are just copies. If you feel like tearing more, I can easily print more for you.”

The man paused briefly, then, in a burst of anger, threw the torn pieces onto the floor. Carrie calmly wrote down her contact number on a note and stood up. “There’s no need to rush your decision. You have until tomorrow afternoon to consider. If you’re not prepared to sell by three p.m. tomorrow, consider the offer withdrawn.”

She then offered the piece of paper to the shareholders. Before they could take it, Kristopher deftly retrieved the note from her hand. Confused by his actions, Carrie watched as Oliver gracefully came forward and offered his business card, saying, “Please contact me directly if needed.”

Meanwhile, Carrie remained unaware of a stylishly dressed young woman observing them intently from just outside the company’s glass doors.

Carrie layered a few additional pleasantries into the discussion, deftly juggling the sharp edges of tough negotiations with the soft cushions of diplomacy. The shareholders, like leaves caught in a gentle breeze, leaned toward her proposal, their inclination almost unanimous. Only Tristan and Cindy stood firm, their eyes radiating resentment. However, Carrie didn’t mind and said, “I’ll be waiting for your good news,” before leaving with Kristopher.

Leaning against Kristopher as they exited, she appeared delicate, a sparrow buffeted by the tempest, seeking refuge. But the serenity of the moment was fleeting. Once outside the office building, Carrie underwent a startling metamorphosis. She shed her gentle facade, released Kristopher’s arm as if it scalded her, and stepped away, creating a chasm of space between them. The couple that moments earlier seemed wrapped in tender affection now resembled two strangers brushing past each other on a crowded street.

Kristopher’s eyes flickered downward, landing on the space where her hand had rested. His eyelids twitched, betraying the faintest hint of irritation. “Do you always treat people like disposable tools? Use them when it suits you and toss them aside when you’re done?”

His biting sarcasm cut through the warmth Carrie had tried to nurture in her heart. She bristled, shedding any pretense of vulnerability, and lashed back. “What do you mean by that? Did I beg you to show up and play knight in shining armor today?” The tension between them swelled, threatening to erupt, but an unexpected interruption diffused it.

“Excuse me, Mr. Norris.”

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They turned to see Eaton, the driver from Norris Mansion, standing nearby. His nod toward Kristopher was respectful, but his tone shifted when addressing Carrie, tinged with disdain. “Madam Norris would like you to return home for dinner.”

The “Madam Norris” he referred to was none other than Billie. Now that the shadow of divorce loomed over them, Carrie hesitated to face her domineering mother-in-law. But then, her thoughts circled back to Kristopher’s gesture of kindness earlier that afternoon. If she declined now, it would solidify his earlier accusation—that she only took what she needed from him before discarding him like a worn-out shoe.

Their marriage was already hanging by a thread, fragile as a spider’s web. Any further entanglements would only complicate the inevitable. Carrie clenched her fists, the knuckles whitening, before relaxing. Tentatively, she asked, “Did Billie mention why she wanted to see me?”

She wasn’t naive enough to believe Billie summoned her out of affection. The fact that Eaton had been dispatched hinted that Billie likely knew about the Campbell family’s mounting troubles. Eaton, ever the stoic after years of serving Billie, gave nothing away. “Madam Norris only asked me to bring you back for dinner. She didn’t explain further.”

His appearance alone made it clear she couldn’t sidestep this invitation. “Was it just me she called for?” Carrie glanced sideways at Kristopher, gauging his reaction. Eaton’s response seemed rehearsed, as if anticipating her query. “Mr. Norris is busy with work. Madam Norris specifically instructed us not to disturb him.”

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