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.

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

tone biting. “No customers? Then what about her?” He gestured toward Carrie, still standing

actually know this

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

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

to reel

waver, but there was something dangerously sarcastic in his tone.

counter, watched the exchange with detached amusement. She had no intention of interrupting

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