My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 330

Chapter 330:

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Everyone stood up reluctantly to say their goodbyes. Since Kristopher’s cars were too eye-catching, Carrie had come by taxi. After leaving Silver Elephant Media, she stood by the roadside and pulled out her phone to call for a ride.

Out of nowhere, a car came speeding in her direction. Carrie looked up just in time to see the car coming dangerously close, just seconds away from hitting her. Her eyes went wide in shock, and for a brief second, she froze before her instincts kicked in, and she quickly stepped back.

The car screeched to a halt, stopping just inches from her. Carrie stumbled and fell to the ground.

After catching her breath, she pushed herself up with her hands and glanced over. A beat-up BMW was parked in front of her, and a woman in sunglasses stepped out. “Ms. Campbell, right? Are you alright?”

The woman’s tone was sharp and dripping with provocation.

Carrie rose to her feet, meeting the woman’s gaze coolly. “Do we know each other?”

“Of course not. When I started acting, you were probably still relying on some benefactor.” The woman took off her sunglasses, revealing a face that was impossible to recognize due to cosmetic surgery.

Carrie’s voice was cold. “What you just did could be seen as attempted murder, and now you’re throwing slander into the mix.”

A few strands of hair fell carelessly across Carrie’s forehead, perfectly framing her sharp features and cool, composed demeanor. She didn’t look messy. Instead, she exuded a quiet, confident defiance that instantly put the woman in her place.

The woman’s face twitched for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and forced a laugh. “Ms. Campbell, be careful with your words. I’m just a new driver. I accidentally hit the gas instead of the brake, but I corrected it right away. You’re standing here fine, so how could you accuse me of attempted murder?”

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“You keep addressing me as Ms. Campbell, yet say you don’t know me. I’ve got things to do, and I’m not here to watch your acting rehearsal. If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, I’m walking away.”

Carrie paused for a moment, a dangerous flicker flashing in her eyes as she leaned in slightly. Her voice dropped to a chilling whisper. “I’ll let this slide this time, but if it happens again, I’ll make sure you pay for both times.”

Carrie’s presence was so commanding that the woman instinctively took a step back, her body trembling slightly. It felt as though she was staring at a demon that had stepped right out of hell itself.

The woman quickly pulled herself together, though she was clearly on the backfoot. She blurted out every frustration she’d been harboring. “Do you even know how hard it is for people like me, with no connections, to get anywhere in the industry? You have powerful people backing you and get to star alongside top names—why take my spot on the variety show? You can’t have everything. How greedy can you be?”

As the woman ranted, Carrie started putting the pieces together. The variety show Soren had invited her to earlier was supposed to be for this woman. Clearly, she had no idea that Carrie had already declined the offer. But Carrie wasn’t about to forgive her just because of that. Even if she had taken the spot, it wasn’t a crime that justified such an outburst.

Kristopher’s words rang in her ears, a reminder that some problems could only be solved by facing them head-on. The world, after all, was unforgiving—where only the strong survived, and weakness only invited further exploitation.

With that thought, she pulled out her phone and dialed Soren. “Mr. Rodgers, I’ve had a change of heart. I’ll take the spot on the variety show.”

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