DreameNovelChapter 342: "It's Carrie on the line; keep it down," Camille said to Albin, then switched to a cheerful tone to answer the call. "Hey, Carrie, what's going on?" Carrie's face appeared on the screen, her expression serious. "I'm at a variety show right now. Can you joinfor a gsegment?" "Sure, just sendthe address. I'll be there as soon as I can," Camille responded quickly, grasping at the chance to leave.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter ending the call, she showed her phone to Albin. "Look, I have to go. I don't have tto chat." Albin observed her eager attempt to get away and let out a smirk. He then took out his own phone and called Kristopher. "Kristopher, your wife's at a variety show and needs a friend for a game. She tried to call Camille, but she's tied up now..." Kristopher looked up, paused thoughtfully, and then asked, "Do you think I should go?" At the variety show set, the guests had just wrapped up their introductions when the staff escorted Lise onto the stage. She was dressed in a smoky pink V-neck tulle gown, and the dazzling diamond necklace she wore drew everyone's gaze.
Lise's refined beauty often went underappreciated in the flashy world of entertainment. She usually depended on luxury brands to stand out. While many celebrities struggled to access such exclusive attire, Kristopher could procure them for her instantly whenever she wished. Thanks to his financial power, she gradually beca favorite among both fans and colleagues, who often complimented her elegance.
Strutting to the center of the stage with pride, she held her head high, her eyes briefly glancing at Carrie before focusing on Vicky.
"Lise," Vicky quickly said, taking her arm with excessive care, almost resembling a servant aiding her lady.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLise accepted the microphone from the host. "Hello, everyone, I'm Lise. I'm friends with Vicky, and I'm here to participate in the games with her today. Please be gentle with me," she added with a playful tone, winking and sticking out her tongue.
The host's attention was captured by the sparkling diamond necklace. "That's a stunning necklace," he said. With a casually refined gesture, Lise touched the necklace. “It's a gift from a dear friend,” she said casually.
A male guest chimed in after a pause. "I recognize that necklace! It went for eight million at an auction just last week!" The women in the audience gazed enviously, and the host teased, “A necklace that pricey must cfrom more than a mere acquaintance." Vicky interjected mischievously, "Let's not be too hard on Lise. She's naturally modest." But her friend here is exceedingly generous, always ready to splurge to make her happy." The crowd picked up on the hint of gossip and shifted their focus to Lise. Lise gave a small smile and responded, "For now, we're just close friends. He's very rich, so this necklace is nothing for him."
She paused, her eyes subtly moving towards Carrie at the edge of the stage. "Originally, my friend wanted ке to gifta piano, but I'm not much of a pianist. It would have been a waste, so I chose this necklace instead."
Upon hearing this, Carrie clenched her fists, her nails pressing into her m palms. The sharp physigal ɓain deep hurt in her couldn't hide the heart. It wasn't excruciating, merely like the discomfort of a tiny needle prick.
The gift wasn't just a toy; it was something someone else had refused. Reflecting on her attempt to please him for an unwanted item made her feel foolish. Were it not for the stage setting, she might have been physically sick with the realization.
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