My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

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 I worthy of meeting your manager?” A new voice interrupted, smooth and authoritative.

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.

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

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

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

that Albin was a wealthy heir who couldn’t seem to succeed at anything, spending his days indulging in

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

waits to reel someone in with

smile didn’t waver, but there was something

detached amusement. She had no intention of interrupting

we see all kinds of customers every day,” she said, her tone turning