My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 393:

She blurted out hastily to Kristopher, “Mr. Norris, your girlfriend mentioned you favored this pen, so our manager reserved it especially for you. But then that woman insisted she take it. I’m relieved you’ve arrived; otherwise, we mere employees would be at a loss to justify ourselves.”

As she spewed her excuses, the manager’s expression turned grim. She pulled the sales assistant aside and hissed, “Stop talking. I’ll take care of you later, so don’t push your luck.”

Before the sales assistant could mention Lise to the manager, Kristopher approached Carrie, draping an arm protectively around her shoulders. He spoke with cold detachment. “Are you implying my wife doesn’t have the right to browse your pens? Who exactly do you expect to sell them to here in Orkset?”

His cutting remarks were aimed squarely at the sales assistant, though he spared her not a single glance.

The sales assistant, her complexion turning ghostly, gaped at Carrie, stammering, “W-wife?”

Recalling her earlier disdain for Carrie, she fervently wished for the earth to swallow her up. Indeed, she was the one utterly out of

with cold detachment. “Are you implying my wife doesn’t have the right to browse your pens? Who exactly do you expect to sell them to here

the sales

complexion turning ghostly,

that she had inadvertently antagonized the very power she ought to have courted. Recalling her earlier disdain for Carrie, she fervently wished for

that the “girlfriend” referred to by the sales assistant was probably Lise. With calculated emphasis, Camille said, “Mr. Norris is married to one woman alone! You’ve mistaken an opportunist for his legitimate partner.

sales assistant away. “My

meet the manager’s eyes. “Are you suggesting she had the right to mistreat me had I not been Mrs. Norris?” Caught off guard, the manager stumbled through her response, then offered a smile filled with regret. “My apologies for the poor communication. We aim to treat all

sales assistant murmured an apology, albeit reluctantly. Still feeling the sting of humiliation, her bitterness toward Carrie intensified. How did someone so ordinary manage to marry someone as distinguished as Kristopher Norris? Her mind concocted various theories of Carrie’s cunning ascent, which