Chapter 236:

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Daxton set a fruit tea in front of Carrie, his tone speculative. “Nothing’s absolute, though. Perhaps there’s one exception?”

His eyes inadvertently drifted towards Beverly, who was now quietly biting her lip, her fingers clenched around her phone.

Everyone perceived Daxton as an incurable idealist.

Yet, out of respect for his genuine kindness, they refrained from challenging him too forcefully.

Instead, they exchanged knowing smiles and deftly redirected the conversation.

Carrie, her fingers greasy from a half-eaten chicken leg, turned to Daxton. “Want to watch us film?”

“Not today,” Daxton replied, a hint of regret softening his expression. “I have an interview this afternoon.”

Carrie paused, her curiosity piqued. “Planning to stay in Orkset for work?”

“Absolutely.” Daxton’s smile was warm and resolute. “My family, my friends…” He hesitated, leaving an unspoken sentiment hanging in the air. “Everything I cherish is here. I definitely want to return.”

Glancing at his watch, he added, “It’s getting late. I’ll visit the set another time.”

Carrie’s gaze lingered on the timepiece—a luxury watch worth seven million dollars.

Kristopher owned a similar one, valued at over twelve million.

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She recalled the day a sales associate had displayed various watches, and she had joked about their nearly identical appearances, while their price tags differed by millions.

It had felt like an elaborate scheme targeting the gullible.

Kristopher had once meticulously explained the subtle distinctions between the watches—a lesson she still remembered vividly.

She also recalled that two other watches from this collection had been purchased by members of the Norris family.

However, Daxton’s watch wasn’t a limited edition, suggesting he might have acquired it from an overseas boutique.

After the afternoon shoot concluded, the crew’s attention was immediately captured by a mint green luxury car parked nearby.

“What an incredible color! It’s absolutely stunning!”

“A luxury car in such a remote location? Could it belong to Asher?”

Godwin quickly dismissed the speculation. “Asher only drives black vehicles.”

Realizing she couldn’t avoid the scrutiny, Carrie stepped forward sheepishly. “It’s my family’s car.”

The crew, well aware of Carrie’s identity as Katrina, showed no surprise at her ability to afford such an extravagant vehicle.

After a brief moment of gossip, they dispersed.

As Carrie approached, Oliver emerged and opened the back door. “Mrs. Norris,” he announced formally.

Inside the car, Carrie’s first instinct was to question Kristopher. “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t I sit in my own car?” Kristopher’s eyebrow arched, his tone icily detached.

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