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My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 373
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Chapter 373:

The receptionist’s voice climbed a notch in pitch, clearly agitated. “And what should | do? Wait for her to strike

me? If she truly is Mrs. Norris

“Norris, then watchcrawl ten laps around this lobby and bark like a dog!” The security guards, swayed by

her exaggerated vow, started to side with her.

One security guard firmly clasped Camille’s arm, urging her towards the exit with an apologetic, “I'm sorry,

Miss...” Carrie exhaled a deep sigh of frustration and intervened, “Release her, please. There's been a huge

misunderstanding here. I'll get Oliver on the phone right this moment. He'll cdown and sort everything out.”

“Call Oliver?” the receptionist scoffed, smacking Carrie’s hand away. “And who exactly do you think Oliver is to

you? Why would he bother to cdown just for you? Have you developed a habit of indulging in fantasies?”

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The phone slipped from Carrie's grip and plummeted to the floor, shattering its screen upon impact.

In that instant, the elevator chimed melodiously, its doors gliding open. A curious, mellow voice floated out.

“What brings you here?”

Turning sharply, Carrie locked eyes with Oliver and Soren as they stepped from the CEO's private elevator.

Oliver's eyes widened in surprise, hastening towards Carrie with a concerned expression. “Mrs. Norris, is your

visit today to see the CEO?”

Spotting the security guard gripping Camille's arm, his face twisted with dismay, Oliver commanded, his voice

firm yet measured, “Unhand her this moment! What on earth is happening here?”

The security guard released Camille hastily and jerked his thumb towards the reception desk. “The receptionist

reported they were disruptive and demanded their removal.”

Camille, soothing her bruised arm, retorted bitterly, “They dared accuse Carrie of pretending to be Kristopher’s

wife! Kristopher, always caught in his own with Lise. Who'd willingly take on the charade of being his...”

Carrie was struck mute. She instinctively touched her nose, recoiling slightly, her mind awash with the stinging

barbs Camille could unleash once she learned of her reconciliation with Kristopher.

Soren, reveling in the unfolding , sneered with evident scorn. “So, your esteemed Mr. Norris finds the time

to announce his marriage on national television, yet his own employees can’t even recognize his wife?”

The security guards blanched, their faces draining of color as they gestured towards the two men accompanying

Oliver. “They're witnesses,” they stammered nervously.

The two men, however, quickly distanced themselves, waving their hands dismissively. “We didn’t see anything.

We were just walking by, and now, we're out of here,” they declared, eager to remove themselves from the

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situation. Silently, they avoided any mention of future collaboration.

With hurried steps, they collected their belongings and darted away, casting anxious glances towards Carrie as

they departed. Unbeknownst to them, this woman was Mr. Norris's wife—a fact they had not anticipated.

Internally, they sent up a desperate hope that this twist of fate wouldn't further sour their luck.

Earlier, they had ridiculed these two women, and the thought of Mr. Norris discovering their mockery filled them

with dread; such knowledge could ruin their families’ reputations in Orkset. In a frenzied blur, they bolted out the

door in less than three seconds, tripping over their own feet in their rush to escape. Yet, they dared not halt their

retreat, scrambling onward in overwhelming panic.

Meanwhile, Carrie, who had remained quiet throughout the confrontation, now advanced towards the

receptionist. Her face was a mask of stoic calm as she coldly remarked, “I believe you once mentioned that if |

turned out to be Kristopher’s wife, you'd crawl ten laps around this lobby and bark like a dog, didn’t you?”

The voice was soft but carried an ominous weight, as if echoing from the depths of hell. Carrie was the subject of

the receptionists silent curses, repeated over and over in her thoughts. Why must she be so malicious?