My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 47:

Carrie had never been so deeply disappointed in Kristopher.

“It’s fine,” she muttered, her voice raspy as she attempted to calm Ruby. “We lost this round. Next time might be different, who knows?”

Ruby continued to stamp her feet, her frustration evident. “It’s so infuriating! With anyone else, I could have leveraged my family’s influence to gain an edge, but we’re up against Mr. Norris! He’s the top CEO in the country; no one wields his level of influence. Lise is incredibly fortunate to have his support, under any circumstances. It’s maddening—how I wish he was in your corner instead!”

Carrie turned to face her, feeling a mix of emotions. The notion seemed far-fetched. Lise was the one he truly cherished. Kristopher would never stand by Carrie’s side with the same devotion he showed to Lise. But Carrie dismissed the thought with a shake of her head. She was no delicate flower in need of protection.

“Isn’t it all just a game of power?” Carrie said with a light chuckle, locking eyes with Ruby. “I don’t need to ride on anyone’s coattails. I’m capable of forging my own path, gaining my own power.”

Ruby, caught off guard, paused and peered into Carrie’s eyes, suddenly witnessing a fierce spark of determination that took her by surprise. That unexpected display of resolve in Carrie’s gaze left Ruby momentarily speechless.

Ruby, ever the pragmatist, leveled with Carrie. “Sure, dreams are enticing, but let’s not kid ourselves—the reality doesn’t always play fair. With Lise’s unexplained grudge against you, if you snag a role she’s eyeing, she might sabotage it. That kind of stunt could tarnish your reputation in the industry.”

“That won’t happen,” Carrie replied with unwavering confidence. “Don’t worry about roles. Kristopher may be influential, but he’s not omnipotent. Not everyone dances to his tune. Just securing a role will put me in the spotlight, ensuring I don’t just vanish into obscurity. What I need from you is to help me pick the right scripts.”noveldrama

Carrie’s resolve bolstered Ruby’s spirits, injecting a dose of courage. “All right, let’s get this started!”

The following day, at the flower shop, a Rolls Royce rested by the curb. Inside, Kristopher lounged in the back seat, his face partially cloaked in shadows. His eyes snapped open as they caught the vibrant display of fuchsia Freud roses by the entrance. “I’ll take 99 of those,” he commanded.

Oliver, wary of Kristopher’s sharp gaze, hesitated before pointing out, “Mrs. Norris usually prefers the dusty pink roses.” Kristopher, intent on mending bridges, knew he couldn’t afford any slip-ups, not even with a bouquet.

Bewildered, Kristopher knitted his brows together. “Aren’t they all just roses? Why does the color matter so much?”

Flowers were far from his area of expertise. He recalled Lise mentioning her fondness for fuchsia Freud roses during a stroll past a flower shop, where the proprietor had informed him of their hefty price tag. For Kristopher, the value of flowers boiled down to their cost. Massaging his forehead, he tried to avoid getting caught up in this trivial matter.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, he declared, “Just pick up 99 of those roses you mentioned.”

“Understood,” Oliver replied, his relief palpable as he exited the vehicle and made his way to the flower shop. Meanwhile, Kristopher remained seated in the car, idly checking the time on his exclusive, high-end watch. The hour hand aligned with the ten on its meteorite-studded moon dial—a rare piece from a renowned luxury brand.

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