My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 419:

Tristan, Cindy, and Mr. Ramos were the first to enter the company, with Carrie and her entourage close behind. Inside, employees clustered around Tristan, engaging in friendly conversation. However, as soon as they noticed Carrie, their smiles stiffened.

The Campbell family had spread rumors that Carrie was only Mrs. Norris in name, insisting that Kristopher had no true feelings for her. Yet now, Kristopher was accompanying her to the company for the second time. The first visit could have been dismissed as mere pretense, but what did this repeat visit signify?

It was well-known that any single project managed by the Norris Group was more valuable than the entirety of the floundering Campbell family’s company.

Kristopher had no reason to show up in person unless something significant was underway. The employees’ demeanor shifted to one of caution, keenly observing both parties. Despite Mr. Ramos being the company’s largest shareholder at the moment, the backing of the Norris Group behind Carrie cast a significant shadow. In comparison, Mr. Ramos’s Highfield Company seemed insignificant. Like expert chess players, everyone proceeded with heightened caution.

themselves. Carrie moved forward and pulled up a chair. The executives slightly frowned. Previously, when Carrie was the sole buyer, sitting might have been deemed appropriate. But now, with Mr. Ramos

assumed his role as the authoritative elder. “Carrie, have I taught you nothing? Mr. Ramos is your elder and the company’s principal shareholder. How can you sit while your seniors stand? You are not just representing

sharply, “The honor of the Norris family does

clouded with resentment as she stared at Carrie. How had this cunning woman managed to win over Kristopher? Kristopher had once

Mr. Ramos and asked, “Mr. Ramos,

it up, and placed it on Carrie’s chair. “Mrs. Norris, please take a seat. This chair is quite firm. You’ll be more

brought a chair for Kristopher, and the latter straightened his suit jacket before slowly taking his seat. The moment he sat, a palpable sense of authority emanated from him, causing everyone nearby

a moment, finding reassurance in his steady look. She turned back to face the crowd, her voice firm and commanding. “The company’s past issues are behind us now, and I’ve made the decision to move forward. Those who wish to leave will

and skill. But when Tristan took control, he intentionally pushed them aside and even sold off shares to newer investors. As the economy declined, their dissatisfaction deepened. Eventually, they gave up entirely, and seeing other shareholders