Chapter 245:

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Carrie stared at the words on the screen, and for a fleeting moment, she caught a faint echo of Kristopher’s commanding tone in Daxton’s decisive message.

Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought.

Daxton was the picture of gentleness, nothing like Kristopher’s stormy intensity.

Her imagination must be running wild—a professional hazard of being a screenwriter.

Politely, she typed back: “Thank you, Daxton, but I don’t want to burden you. You’ve just returned to the city, and I’m sure you’re busy. I can manage this on my own.”

But Daxton was persistent: “We’re friends, aren’t we? It’s no trouble at all. Besides, I know people in the entertainment world who could help.”

He had left her no graceful way to refuse without seeming aloof.

With a sigh, Carrie sent a bunny emoji, its paws folded in gratitude.

At that moment, another message popped up—this one from Camille: “Guess who I bumped into today?”

Carrie wasn’t in the mood for guessing games and cut straight to the chase: “Daxton.”

Camille’s reaction was almost audible through the screen:

“Wait, what? How’d you know?”

“He told me. Said he’d help investigate,” Carrie replied.

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Camille’s reply came in a flurry of rapid-fire messages, her excitement palpable.

“Don’t you think he’s way too invested in your life? Especially that moment at the pier when he and Kristopher locked eyes—it was straight out of a rivalry scene!”

“Look, after you divorce Kristopher, you should really give Daxton a chance.”

“He’s as good-looking as Kristopher, but he’s kind and respectful. Kristopher’s too domineering. Gentlemen are the way to go!”

“And remember, you once said Daxton wasn’t into women?”

“Maybe it’s because he’s been into you this whole time! What if he’s back now because he’s ready to confess? Fate works in mysterious ways. You’ve always played second fiddle to Lise, but to him, you’re center stage.”

Carrie stared at the cascade of messages, utterly speechless.

Finally, she sighed and typed: “You know, I should hand you the keyboard and let you write scripts. Stop spinning wild tales. I told him I’m married.”

Camille was undeterred: “So what? Marriage isn’t a life sentence. Can’t you get divorced? You’re practically on the brink anyway. It’s perfect timing!”

Carrie pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to ward off the budding headache.

To change the subject, she asked, “Want to come over for dinner?”

After a pause, Camille replied, “Can’t. I’m with Albin. He’s booked a table at this insanely exclusive restaurant. No way I’m missing this!”

The mention of Albin made Carrie’s mind drift to the pier incident, when Albin had seemed glued to Camille’s side.

What she had dismissed as coincidence now seemed like something more.

“When did you and Albin get so… close?” Carrie asked, her curiosity piqued.

Camille’s reply came quickly, as if in defense: “I swear, it’s not what you think! I didn’t betray you! I met him by chance, and I had no idea he was Kristopher’s friend at the time!”

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