DreameNovelChapter 372:
“What a coincidence,” one of them snickered. “One of you takes the wrong phone, and the other can’t even
reach her husband.”
“What are the odds?”
Camille's frustration boiled over. “Kristopher, you idiot! How can you letdown at such a crucial moment?”
She turned to Carrie in desperation. “Call Oliver!”
“Enough!” the receptionist snapped, waving them off. “I'm still working here. | don’t have tfor this nonsense.
If my boss sees you causing a scene, I'll be the one who has to explain it. So leave now—or Ill call security!”
Before her threat could escalate, a soft chechoed in the lobby. The elevator doors slid open, revealing two
staff members stepping out, chatting casually. They were dressed in restaurant uniforms, carrying an assortment
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“Ms. Nash is really thoughtful,” one of them said with a chuckle. “She ordered such a variety of dishes for Mr.
Norris. It's like a banquet!”
The other shook his head in amazement. “That's money for you. Each dish here costs over a thousand bucks,
and there's more than ten of them. Mr. Norris can’t possibly eat it all. What a waste.”
The first man nudged him, glancing at the gathering crowd. “Shh. Don't talk about that here.”
The two disappeared through a nearby door, leaving the room in an awkward silence. The receptionist’s eyes
landed on the thermal box in Carrie's hand, her lips curling into a sneer.
“Did you hear that?” she said mockingly. “Our CEO’s meals are delivered. You think you can just show up with
whatever's in that box and impress him? Even if the CEO’s wife showed up with food, it wouldn't mean
anything.”
“Everyone knows Lise is the most important person to him. Just leave already.”
“Are you just blind or completely out of the loop?” Camille challenged, her voice rising with incredulity. “Repeat
that, | dare you! And what worth does that manipulator even have? How can you even compare her to Carrie?”
With a fiery gaze, she took a defiant step forward, ready to confront the receptionist.
Retreating, the receptionist’s voice escalated into a frantic call for help. “Security! Security! Cquick! We've
got a couple of troublemakers here stirring up trouble and they look like they're about to throw punches! Get
them out now!”
Upon hearing the uproar, two security guards sprinted towards the scene. The receptionist, pointing accusatorily
at Carrie and Camille, commanded, “Remove them at once!”
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One security guard paused, his gaze landing on Carrie. “I recognize this woman. She's spoken with Oliver before.
Maybe we should contact Oliver just to confirm,” he cautiously suggested.
Hands on her hips, the receptionist retorted sharply, “Oliver talks to everyone! If we had to run to him every time
someone kicked up a fuss, what use would we be? If she was really someone of importance, wouldn't she be
here on an appointment?”
The security guard wavered, tempted to point out Oliver's previous show of respect towards Carrie, but the
receptionist’s assertive demeanor made him second guess. After all, he had only seen their interaction from a
distance and could not have the full picture.
“Please, ladies, could you kindly leave the premises? Don’t make this any more complicated.” The security guard
motioned dismissively, his hands gesturing towards the exit but careful not to touch them.
Camille, planting one hand firmly on her hip and wagging a finger at the receptionist, taunted, “You're merely a
receptionist at Norris Group. Do you fancy yourself the lady of this place? You haven't even confirmed our
identities. By what authority do you demand our departure?”
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