My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 392:

At the counter, Carrie straightened up, her curiosity piqued. “Camille?”

The slapped sales associate clutched her reddened cheek, her expression a mixture of pain and disbelief. She glanced desperately at the other associate who had brought Camille in, now standing frozen by the door, wide-eyed and stunned.

“What… just happened?” the other associate whispered, unable to process the chaos she had unintentionally unleashed.

The sales assistant by the door paused, her expression a mix of confusion and alarm, before she darted over to Camille and cautiously said, “Miss Nixon, there surely must be some misunderstanding…”

Before the assistant could insinuate that Carrie was the temptress, Camille had already noticed Carrie. After throwing a cold glance at Albin, Camille made her way over to Carrie. As she reached her, her tone was laced with delight. “Oh, Carrie, what a surprise to see you here of all places!”

afraid to utter another word. Clearly, if Carrie was in Camille’s circle, she was either a

wishing she could melt into the shadows. Meanwhile, Albin, clueless about the underlying currents,

told to meet you by the cinema

Without giving him a glance, she scoffed, “Or perhaps you were too busy here, entertaining some flirtatious

accusation, countered earnestly, raising his hands in defense. “Honey, you misunderstand! It was only Carrie here—I saw

for support in the chaos. With a reassuring nod, Carrie confirmed, “He’s telling

Carrie’s assurance, redirected her concern with a furrowed brow. “Has someone been giving

hands defiantly on her hips, Camille fixed a stern glare on the offending sales assistant. “It appears I was too lenient before. Had I known you were bullying my

more significant than him? His flirting barely warranted more than a

Albin lost his patience and turned to the

been slapped suddenly recalled she had Lise’s contact on WhatsApp. Desperate for a way out, she clumsily retrieved her phone