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My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 394
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The sales assistant, unable to contain her exasperation, blurted out, “Why?”

The store manager faltered, then stammered, “Terminate her? I... | lack the authority for that.”

The truth was, the assistant was connected to her own family. Dismissing her could provoke unwanted domestic

disputes, as her mother-in-law would certainly have opinions on the matter.

“You lack the authority? Luckily, I've brought someone who does,” Oliver said as he entered, flanked by a middle-

aged man.

Dressed in a finely tailored gray suit, the man exuded a youthful charm despite his years, his demeanor

reflecting affluence and influence. He walked over to Kristopher and extended a business card with deference.

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“Greetings, Mr. Norris. | am the CEO of Morwick Mothor, responsible for our operations here.”

“Dismiss her,” Kristopher cut him off abruptly, gesturing dismissively at the assistant.

The CEO faced the sales assistant and commanded, “You have failed to uphold our standard of customer respect.

Please proceed to HR and hand in your resignation.”

The sales assistant cast a desperate look towards the manager, who averted her gaze, choosing silence over

intervention, aware that any objection might jeopardize her own position. Having never dealt with such a high-

ranking official in her three years of employment, the assistant’s regret was evident, wishing she could simply

vanish.

Attempting to protest, her efforts were cut short as two sturdy security guards stepped forward. “Please, Miss,

let's handle this smoothly,” they urged. Their presence was a clear sign that they would physically remove her if

she did not comply voluntarily.

With no alternatives left, she resignedly accompanied them to the exit.

Camille turned to Kristopher, pointedly saying, “See, this mess is your doing!”

“Enough, darling,” Albin interjected, trying to steer her away.

Brushing him off, Camille continued, “You wantto be quiet? This is his doing! He's kept his marriage hidden.

Carrie suffers these insults because people don’t recognize her as Mrs. Norris.”

“Sure, he witnessed it this time, but what about when he’s not around?” Albin swallowed hard.

Outside of Carrie, nobody else would dare confront Kristopher so boldly. Yet here was Camille, unconnected by

marriage; Kristopher’s response to her could be less forgiving.

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Kristopher paused, seemingly on the brink of anger, but then he said, “You have a point. I'll ensure Carrie and |

have a proper wedding.”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the line, Lise felt her grip falter, her phone slipping from her hand, severing the

connection abruptly.

“Hold it right there!” Camille’s voice rang out suddenly, cutting through the tension in the room.

The security guards and sales associate froze mid-step, turning back to face her with puzzled expressions etched

on their faces.

Camille's slender finger shot forward, pointing decisively toward a corner. “And her!”

Tucked into a shadowy nook was another sales associate—the sone who had fed Camille false information.

She seemed to be hoping the walls would swallow her whole.