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.

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 some coffee while I bring out a few items for you to look

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

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

to succeed at anything, spending his days indulging in pleasure. He must have noticed this pretty but shabby woman and decided to play the

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

waits to reel

didn’t waver, but there was something dangerously sarcastic in

exchange with detached amusement. She had no intention of interrupting Albin’s

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 I can see