My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 12:

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But the scenario changed dramatically when the tech giant JoyBuy entered the scene, stirring up the competitive landscape.

Competing with JoyBuy was akin to the classic David versus Goliath tale—hopelessly daunting.

In a surge of desperation, they turned to Kristopher, reaching out through a network of connections for his renowned strategic prowess.

With his characteristic swiftness, Kristopher hatched an ingenious plan and swiftly secured the deal, snatching it from the clutches of JoyBuy right before the business association could ink their agreement—a masterful coup that reverberated success.

This remarkable turnaround only intensified the already deep respect everyone held for Kristopher.

Albin Murray, beaming with pride, couldn’t help but boast, “Ah, just look at the caliber of his friends! They thought they could steal deals right under our noses, obviously underestimating Kristopher’s clout!”

Albin, born into the wealthy Murray family, counted himself among Kristopher’s closest friends.

He was renowned for his sprawling social web—a network through which the desperate plea for help was channeled to Kristopher.noveldrama

Meanwhile, Kristopher himself, the focus of all their discussions, reclined nonchalantly on the couch, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights.

He was well-versed in the art of receiving compliments, so his expression remained calm and detached.

The ambient light sculpted his angular features, casting dramatic shadows that highlighted his high nose bridge and sharply cut jawline, as though he were a living masterpiece.

His natural grace and detachment eclipsed any terrestrial magnificence.

Following a sequence of celebratory toasts, when it became apparent that Kristopher merely touched his glass without truly drinking, the rest of the company toned down their conversation, allowing him a moment of repose with his eyes gently shut.

Lise, slightly feverish, opted not to indulge in the spirits, choosing instead to sit in serene silence next to Kristopher, her eyes lingering on him with deep, unmistakable adoration.

Albin, captivated by the seemingly perfect pair, pondered the whims of destiny.

He discreetly captured their image with his smartphone and nonchalantly shared it across his social networks.

As the evening progressed and the liquor dwindled, the room’s door swung open once more.

Kristopher’s personal assistant, Oliver Brooks, made his entrance, acknowledging the gathering with a courteous nod that bordered on respect but avoided groveling, swiftly positioning himself in front of Kristopher.

Silence hung in the air, yet Lise, unable to contain her curiosity, leaned in and whispered, “What’s going on?”

Oliver, maintaining his focus on Kristopher, chose not to respond directly to her.

A flush of embarrassment tinted Lise’s cheeks as she turned toward Kristopher, hesitantly inquiring, “Should I leave?”

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