DreameNovelChapter 341: After a moment's thought, Carrie responded, "Is it possible to invite someone who isn't a celebrity?" "A non-celebrity..." The host gave a forced smile and then suggested, "How about trying to invite Asher? We'd all enjoy seeing him here, right?" The suggestion was met with enthusiastic agreement from everyone except Stewart, and the audience started to cheer.
Carrie found herself cornered by the situation. At a loss, Stewart looked over at Carrie, who stood calmly, seemingly unfazed by the mounting pressure.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'm not tied up!" Camille stood on her tiptoes, reaching for Albin's phone.
Albin, leveraging his height and long arms, easily dodged her attempts. "Kristopher, this is a perfect chance. A variety show is something that can be seen by everyone across the country. If you show up, it's practically announcing your relationship to the country. And regarding the divorce... you know the implications." Camille's eyes widened in shock. She slapped Albin's arm twice. "Albin! How could you set Carrie up like that? She's just decided to get a divorce! I'm going to tell Carrie that Kristopher is coming!" Her hits were gentle, more like light pats than actual strikes.
"Kristopher, the opportunity is right in front of you. The choice is yours now." Albin ended the call and pocketed his phone. His expression was uncharacteristically grave. "How am I setting Carrie up? Don't you see the affection between her and Kristopher? It's better to repair a marriage than break it, but you seem keen on them splitting." Camille retorted, "How am I pushing for their divorce? Kristopher and that manipulative Lise are tangled up. If Carrie doesn't leave, what are they supposed to do, live as a threesome?" "That's for them to sort out, not you. They're adults. They should make their own emotional decisions. You're just a friend; sboundaries shouldn't be crossed," Albin replied, locking eyes with her, his voice gentle but firm.
Camille was momentarily taken aback by the intensity of Albin's seriousness.
Seizing the moment, Albin steered her toward the exit. Before she knew it, she was sitting in the passenger seat of his car, buckled in.
At Norris Group, Kristopher sat at his desk, his long fingers tapping rhythmically on the surface.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOliver watched him closely and then cautiously approached. "Mr. Norris, should we get the car ready to go to the TV station?" Opportunity Is Right In...
Meanwhile, on the other side, Camille had just stepped out of a company building when a tall figure suddenly obstructed her way. Looking up, she saw Albin and instinctively turned to run back inside.
Albin caught her wrist, pulling her to a stop with a pleading expression. "Camille, can we talk?"
Gone was his characteristic playful charm. The dark circles under his eyes, a scruffy beard, and his wear weary demeanor aged him considerably, suggesting he hadn't slept well in days.
Camille attempted to pull her arm free several times, but Albin's hold was unyielding. Her wrist began to chafe under his firm grasp, yet she couldn't escape.
As they remained at an impasse, her phone rang. Using her free hand, she answered it was a video call from Carrie.
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