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!”

to utter another word. Clearly, if Carrie was in Camille’s

Meanwhile, Albin, clueless about the underlying currents, mistook Camille’s outrage for mere theatrics. He approached,

meet you by

now?” Without giving him a glance, she scoffed, “Or perhaps you were too busy here,

visibly distressed by her accusation, countered earnestly, raising his hands in defense. “Honey, you misunderstand! It was only Carrie here—I saw she was being troubled, and I felt compelled to intervene.

for support in the chaos.

with a furrowed brow. “Has someone been

a slap. “I merely wanted to examine a pen, yet it seems I’m deemed unworthy.” Placing her hands defiantly on her hips, Camille fixed a stern glare on the offending sales assistant. “It

than him? His flirting barely warranted more

drama, Albin lost his patience and turned to the most uninvolved sales assistant he

had Lise’s contact on WhatsApp. Desperate for a way out, she clumsily retrieved her phone and