My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 371

Chapter 371:

Carrie ignored the jibe, focusing instead on what the receptionist had said. “Who did you say claimed to be

Albin’s girlfriend?”

The receptionist pointed toward a corner. “Over there, that rebellious girl. The CEO's friends are affluent and

distinguished. How could they possibly mingle with someone like her? You dreamers should learn to distinguish

between reality and fantasy.”

At that moment, a familiar voice broke through the tense atmosphere. “Carrie?”

Carrie looked up, surprised to see Camille approaching. She had swapped her usual sultry, eye-catching attire for

a more subdued light gray blazer and pants. Carrie blinked, caught off guard by Camille’s appearance. It wasn't

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until Camille stood directly in front of her that she found her voice. “What are you doing here?”

“Do you two know each other?” the receptionist interjected, her gaze darting between them. A sneer crept onto

her face as she added, “No wonder. Like attracts like.”

Camille's expression darkened immediately. She turned to the receptionist, her voice sharp. “Are you blind or...?"

Before she could finish her sentence, two middle-aged men walked up behind her, smirking as they sized her up.

“Miss, don’t bother wasting your time,” one of them said, his tone mocking. “Mr. Norris isn’t someone you can

just casually meet.”

The other man chimed in, his voice dripping with condescension. “Exactly. Even we had to wait downstairs, and

we were introduced by Mr. Myers himself. You think you two can just stroll in here without an appointment and

meet Mr. Norris?”

His gaze lingered on Carrie and Camille before he snorted. “One of you is Mr. Murray's girlfriend, and the other is

supposedly Mr. Norris's wife. So where's Oliver to greet you? No appointment, no calls, nothing?”

The first man chuckled. “Right. If you're really important, why not just call Mr. Norris or Mr. Myers yourself?”

Murray directly? Oh, wait—you can’t!”

Their mocking laughter echoed in the lobby.

One of the men turned his gaze to Camille, eyeing her loose-fitting blazer. “At least your friend has something

going for her. You, on the other hand... What is this outfit? Are you trying to look respectable for once? Did you

even graduate college? Instead of snatching a rich guy, maybe you should learn sactual skills.”

Camille looked down at her outfit, noticing how the jacket did little to accentuate her figure. Her expression

tightened, and she puffed out her chest, adjusting the blazer defiantly. “You must be blind. Can't you see this

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perfect figure?” she snapped, her voice indignant.

Carrie glanced at the men, quickly piecing together the situation. These two were likely introduced by Cory,

Kristopher’s unreliable uncle, who never missed an opportunity to use the Norris nfor his own benefit.

Camille, still fuming, pulled a phone from her bag and turned to Carrie with a pout. “I accidentally took Albin’s

phone with me. Can you call Kristopher?”

Carrie's brows knitted together as she studied Camille, wanting to ask what exactly was going on between her

and Albin—but now wasn’t the time. With a quick glance at the smug men and the impatient receptionist, Carrie

sighed and pulled out her phone. She dialed Kristopher’s number.

After a few rings, a mechanical voice answered: “Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable.

Please try again later...”

The robotic voice seemed louder than usual in the silence, and the mocking laughter of the two men broke it

instantly.