Chapter 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 let me down 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. I don’t have time for this nonsense. If my boss sees you causing a scene, I’ll be the one who has to explain it. So leave now—or I’ll call security!”

Before her threat could escalate, a soft chime echoed 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 of thermal food boxes.

“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!”

here costs over a thousand bucks, and there’s more than ten of them. Mr. Norris can’t possibly eat it

nudged him, glancing at the gathering crowd. “Shh. Don’t talk

through a nearby door, leaving the room in an awkward silence. The receptionist’s eyes landed on the thermal box in Carrie’s

up with whatever’s in that box and impress him? Even if the CEO’s

Lise is the most important person to him. Just

her voice rising with incredulity. “Repeat that, I 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

got a couple of troublemakers here stirring up trouble and they look like they’re about to throw

towards the scene. The receptionist, pointing accusatorily at Carrie and Camille, commanded, “Remove them

woman. She’s spoken with Oliver before. Maybe we should contact

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

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