Chapter 228:

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Instead, Kristopher pressed his lips into a tight line and said, “I’ve fired the receptionist already.”

Camille scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Oh, so you’re just passing the blame now.”

Ruby quickly pulled Camille aside, giving her a warning glance. “Camille, let it go. Don’t say too much.”

Despite Kristopher’s attempt to shift accountability, it was clear to everyone that he was still protecting Lise.

Carrie’s voice was calm, yet her words carried a sharp edge. “After all, if I, the temporary Mrs. Norris, were to leave, the stock price of Norris Group would take a hit. Whether it’s your beloved’s medical bills or her investments in the entertainment industry, it’s a bottomless pit, isn’t it?”

Her gaze was steady, her tone devoid of emotion, but her pointed remark made Kristopher flinch.

As she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her sleeve slipped back, revealing the glaring red marks on her wrist.

Kristopher’s eyes lingered on the marks for a moment, his throat tightening as if the words he wanted to say wouldn’t come out.

The atmosphere grew tense, with an awkward silence hanging in the air.

Finally, Oliver stepped forward, taking Carrie’s backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. “Mrs. Norris, let me carry this for you.”

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He hadn’t expected that trying to earn credit for his boss would backfire.

Life already was tough, but being Kristopher’s assistant was harder.

Bayview Villa.

Inside Bayview Villa, Willow was pacing back and forth, restless and anxious.

Two hours ago, Oliver had called to inform her that Kristopher was bringing Carrie back to stay.

He’d asked her to prepare for their arrival.

When Carrie had gone missing, Willow had secretly hoped she would disappear for good.

She hadn’t expected things to backfire so spectacularly.

Now, not only was Carrie safe, but she was returning to the villa.

Willow was so anxious that she couldn’t sit still.

The doorbell rang, pulling Willow out of her spiraling thoughts.

When she opened the door and saw Carrie’s stunning face, her heart sank.

Despite her dismay, Willow quickly composed herself, forcing a polite smile.

She respectfully welcomed Carrie inside and set out a new pair of slippers for her.

Trying to sound sincerely excited, she said, “I’ve been praying for your safe return, Mrs. Norris. It looks like my prayers were answered. Now that you’re back, everything will be fine.”

Kristopher’s voice was flat but carried a weight of authority. “An extra two thousand a month in your salary.”

Willow’s eyes lit up instantly, her smile becoming genuine. “Thank you, Mr. Norris! Thank you, Mrs. Norris!”

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