DreameNovelChapter 337: Carrie nodded nonchalantly. "Makes sense," she murmured.
It was nothing unusual for Norris Group to sponsor numerous reality TV shows every year. Moreover, their involvement in such sponsorships had started because of Lise.
Kristopher crushed the cigarette in the ashtray, his thoughts drifting back to earlier that evening, a familiar heat building up in his loins. The piano had been a well-calculated gift, sparking her rare enthusiasm. Now, having dropped a hint about the sponsorship, he thought it fair to ask for something in return.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe turned to her, leaning closer, his hand brushing her arm. “Con, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low, coaxing. "Get on top this time." There was a teasing glint in his eyes, the challenge barely veiled. He wanted her to take the lead, to show him what she'd learned.
But to his surprise, Carrie shifted out of reach. Her movements were quick, almost skittish, as she slid off the bed and reached for her nightgown.
"I'm tired," she said, slipping into her nightgown. "And I'm hungry. I'll grab something to eat downstairs." Kristopher's eyes lingered on her, catching the faint red marks on her bare legs-marks he'd left. He felt a familiar tension coil low in his body. "Just once more," he coaxed softly, his tone almost pleading. "I'll have Willow bring something up for you." Carrie buttoned her gown without pause. “No need," she said firmly.
Reaching for her pants, she pulled them on quickly, her actions almost frantic, as if fleeing the room. Without another word, she slipped out the door, leaving him alone.
Kristopher leaned back against the headboard, a sigh of frustration escaping his lips. He pressed his tongue against his teeth, staring at the door she had just closed behind her.
She always did this-retreated as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't just unraveled him entirely. This was typical Carrie. Once she got what she wanted, she always walked away.
An hour earlier.
In a luxurious VIP spa room, Lise lounged on a plush chaise, toying with the diamond necklace glinting in her hands. A gift from Kristopher.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmElva, seated nearby, let out a low whistle of admiration. "This necklace is insane," she gushed. "You're going to outshine everyone at the party, Lise. Nobody else will even cclose." One of the beauticians chimed in with a laugh, her eyes wide with envy. "Eight million! Ms. Nash, you're so lucky. Most women could only dream of a boyfriend like yours. To receive something like this without even asking-you have the best luck!" Lise smiled faintly, a flicker of pride in her expression. “It's nothing, really," she said, feigning nonchalance. “I heard the highlight of the auction wasn't even this necklace, but a piano worth a hundred million."
Before she could elaborate further, her phone buzzed on the table m doy the Picking it up, her casual demeanor shipped. Her eyes locked on the screen, her smile freezing in place. The message was a photo-a candid shot of Carrie seated before the hundred-million-dollar piano, her fingers resting lightly on the keys.
The long-awaited debut of Carrie on the variety show had finally arrived.
On the panel, three emcees were to lesser known, while appear two were less the third, Stewart, an old friend of Carrie's, enjoyed greater celebrity. The inclusion of Stewart played a significant role in drawing viewers to the show.
Known for his honest and direct manner, Stewart's refreshingly sincere approach to acting captured the audience's attention. Videos highlighting his best moments, edited by the marketing team, becintesensations and boosted the show's appeal even further.
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