Chapter 702:

Lise sat across from Billie at a quiet dinner table, the air between them heavy with unspoken thoughts.

She had no idea where Kristopher was, and the uncertainty gnawed at her, filling her chest with unease.

Her mind kept circling back to one relentless worry: Carrie was also in Isonridge. What if the two of them reconciled behind her back? The mere thought sent a pang of anger through her.

Lise gripped her fork tightly, her knuckles paling. If Carrie convinced Kristopher to move the Norris Group to Isonridge, then what would she have left?

Kristopher’s recent projects in the small towns surrounding Orkset were barely profitable—local tourism initiatives that were more about public goodwill than financial gain. If the company shifted its focus entirely to Isonridge, all her sacrifices would mean nothing. She had spent all her time managing Billie’s household, only to see Kristopher’s wealth potentially flow back to Carrie. The thought made her chest tighten further, resentment rising like a tide. Why did Carrie have to stay in Kristopher’s life?

her distraction. His brows furrowed

tightened, though not from any physical ailment. She forced a brittle smile. “I’m

was like this, so was Billie. Both of them were more worried about the state of

she thought bitterly. Was it really more important than her—a living, breathing

smile, though a flicker

you think it’s strange? Kristopher’s trip

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over her plate. Slowly, she returned the shrimp ball to her bowl and set her fork down, a thoughtful crease forming between her

him tonight when I get home,” she said after a moment’s deliberation. Disappointment flared in Lise’s chest, though she schooled her features into an understanding nod. What she had hoped for was an invitation to accompany Billie to Isonridge

the air heavy with unspoken words. It wasn’t until the waiter finished serving the dishes that Daxton

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