Chapter 209:

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Camille’s expression turned colder. “The last I checked, Kristopher has a wife, a mother, and a grandmother. When did it become your place to give orders?”

Lise stiffened as Camille’s face registered. Worried Camille might give away Carrie’s identity, Lise turned to the receptionist. “What are you waiting for? Call security and get her out of here!”

“I’ll handle it right away.” The receptionist signaled to security.

Lise, feeling triumphant, put her sunglasses back on. “This better not repeat itself,” she said as she walked with exaggerated grace toward the elevator.

Security arrived quickly, but the receptionist, taking in the status of Camille and her company, knew she had to tread carefully.

She turned to Camille courteously. “Miss, please don’t make things harder for us employees. Finding a job isn’t easy these days.”

She then turned to Beverly. “If your friend is really in danger, it’s best to contact the police quickly.”

“Sorry for the trouble,” Beverly said dejectedly, then turned to Camille. “Thank you for standing up for me.”

Camille studied Beverly, recognition dawning on her. “Wait—you’re Carrie’s makeup artist! What are you doing here?”

Beverly looked up at Camille, her eyes lighting up as she recognized her. “Ms. Nixon?” Finally, someone who could help! She didn’t know Camille’s name, but she’d heard Asher mention she was from the Nixon family.

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Thinking of the power the Nixon family held, Beverly latched onto the hope. “Ms. Nixon, please! You have to help. It’s Carrie.”

Beverly’s gaze darted between the security and the receptionist, then focused on Camille again. “Can we discuss this outside?”

Camille followed her outside without objection, her forehead creasing with worry.

“Carrie’s been kidnapped,” Beverly informed Camille once they were outside.

Camille’s eyes widened. “What?”

The younger girl who had been with Camille earlier spoke up. “Camille, you go ahead. I’ll head home on my own.” She gave Beverly a quick, reassuring glance. “Don’t worry—I won’t say a word.”

After sending the girl on her way, Camille motioned for Beverly to get into her car. “We’ll talk more on the way. Tell me everything.”

Beverly quickly explained everything, her voice trembling with urgency. Camille listened intently, her face growing more serious with every word.

At Norris Group

In the CEO’s office, a group of men lounged on the leather sofas, discussing their plans for the evening.

“How about we hit Oasis Club tonight?” one suggested.

Another laughed. “You’re brave to go there after what happened the other day! Acting indifferent after robbing the girl of her virginity? That’s cold. Didn’t she come to the club to take you away yesterday?”

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