Chapter 213:

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“You didn’t know?” Camille’s frown deepened as she eyed her in confusion. “Then what brought you to the Norris Group to seek him out?”

Beverly stuttered, her mind racing, “Well, when Carrie found herself in trouble back in Foxfire County, Mr. Norris also showed up at the hospital. I only thought they were merely…”

She paused, searching for the right word. “Acquaintances.”

Albin couldn’t afford to be astonished by the serendipity of their connections. With a grave tone, he declared, “This is serious. We need to track down Kristopher!”

Camille rolled her eyes with clear annoyance. “Beverly just tried to reach him and ended up getting thrown out because of his so-called perfect love! He’s just biding his time until Carrie is out of the picture, so that two-faced bitch, Lise, can slither into her place!”

Albin quickly countered, his tone incredulous, “No way! If Kristopher truly desired that, he would’ve accepted the divorce papers from Carrie without hesitation. Why would he prolong the inevitable?”

With a scoff, Camille retorted, a hint of mockery in her laughter, “Oh, really? And how do you explain Beverly being ousted? She was forced out of the Norris Group!”

“That can’t be right! There’s got to be some mistake,” Albin argued, his disbelief evident.

He pulled out his phone and hurriedly dialed Kristopher’s number. “Kristopher, Carrie…”

Kristopher’s voice, cold as frost, cut him short. “Since when did you start meddling in her affairs?”

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Before Albin could flounder, Lise chimed in, seemingly offering a lifeline. “Albin was just bringing up the hot gossip.”

Seizing the lifeline, Albin quickly agreed, “Yes, exactly that! It’s about Carrie, she’s—”

Kristopher interrupted him again, his tone laced with irritation. “If she’s so capable, why involve me? Don’t drag her issues to my doorstep ever again.” With a sharp click, the call ended.

The compact car amplified every word of the conversation, making it impossible for anyone to miss.

Camille, her voice icy and expectant of the disappointing news, fixed Albin with a stern look. “Well, are you going to help me, or should you just leave my car now?”

“I’ll help you! Did I ever say I wouldn’t?” Albin gazed at his phone, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and frustration over Kristopher’s apparent disregard for Carrie’s dire situation.

Pausing to collect his thoughts, he suggested determinedly, “Let’s head to the police station and file a report immediately.”

Upon arriving at the police station, they laid out the details of Carrie’s disappearance to the officer on duty.

The officer paused in his note-taking and looked up at the clock. “It’s only been a few hours since she went missing. You lack concrete evidence of a kidnapping. Maybe her phone’s just dead. Why don’t you head home, try to get in touch with her, and if you hear anything from the alleged kidnappers, come back and we’ll take it from there.”

The result was exactly as Godwin had anticipated.

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