My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 390

Chapter 390:

Seeing her words go unanswered, the older saleswoman turned back to Carrie, her tone dripping with

condescension. “You're seriously out of your depth here. Do you really think you could afford this pen? Even if

you sold your entire family, you'd still fall short.”

Carrie stopped tapping on the glass. She pulled her hand back, her tone icy. “Is this your idea of customer

service? Call your manager.”

The saleswoman rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defiantly. “Manager? You really want to meet our manager?”

“And what about me? Am | worthy of meeting your manager?” A new voice interrupted, smooth and

authoritative.

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Carrie and the saleswoman both turned toward the sound of the voice. Leaning casually against the wall near the

door, Albin stood with his trademark playful grin, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp.

The saleswoman froze for a moment, startled by his sudden appearance. Her surprise quickly melted into a

practiced smile as she hurried over to him. “Mr. Murray! What brings you here today? Are you shopping for

yourself or looking for a gift? It's a slow day and we don’t have many customers in here—why don’t you sit down

and enjoy scoffee while | bring out a few items for you to look at?”

Albin pushed off the wall and walked further into the store, his expression casual but his tone biting. “No

customers? Then what about her?” He gestured toward Carrie, still standing by the counter. “Are you blind or just

not thinking straight? Can't you see the lady standing right here?”

The sales associate faltered, suddenly realizing she’d made a misstep. She glanced nervously at Carrie, then

back at Albin, piecing together her assumption: Albin didn’t actually know this woman, but his interest in her had

been piqued. She must be another one of those opportunistic beauties who use their looks to attract wealthy

men.

It was said that Albin was a wealthy heir who couldn't seem to succeed at anything, spending his days indulging

in pleasure. He must have noticed this pretty but shabby woman and decided to play the hero.

She silently cursed Carrie. Moreover, Carrie's features were so perfect, it must have been the result of plastic

surgery. Her expression grew sly as her thoughts raced. She leaned closer to Albin and spoke in a low voice. “Mr.

Murray, don’t mind her. She’s just one of those women who loiter around trying to catch a rich guy’s attention.”

She doesn’t buy anything—just waits to reel someone in with her looks.”

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Albin’s gaze slid to Carrie briefly before returning to the sales associate. His smile didn’t waver, but there was

something dangerously sarcastic in his tone. “And you know so much about her... how?”

Carrie, leaning casually against the counter, watched the exchange with detached amusement. She had no

intention of interrupting Albin’s little performance.

The sales associate, misunderstanding his reaction, pressed on eagerly. “As salespeople, we see all kinds of

customers every day,” she said, her tone turning proud. “Mr. Murray, men don’t think the way we do. You might

not notice, but | can see right through her.”

Albin’s playful smile dropped, his expression darkening in an instant. “Do you takefor an idiot?” he snapped,

his tone icy.

The sales associate paled, her confidence crumbling. “I didn’t mean it like that...” she stammered, realizing

she'd overplayed her hand.