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Kristopher’s response was maddeningly indifferent. “Boring…”

Albin quickly shared the information, anxious that Kristopher might hang up. “You won’t want to miss this—it’s right next to the bustling city center CBD, at Ripples Complex.”

Ripples Complex—a namepletely different from what Carrie had mentioned before.

Kristopher’s finger hovered momentarily over the hang-up button before he changed his mind. “I’m on my way,” he said.

Half an hourter, an understated Audi rolled up beside Albin’s ostentatious Ferrari.

Albin’s eyes flicked over, his expression turning curious as Oliver stepped out of the driver’s seat to open the back door.

Jogging over, Albin rapped on the car roof with a smirk. “Kristopher, ditching the luxury chariots for this old jalopy? What happened?”

Kristopher stepped out of the car, his face a cold mask, and brushed past Albin without a word.

Oliver exined with a calm tone, “Mr. Norris’s car was in the shop when you called. Since mine was at the office, I drove it here.”

Kristopher turned a cold gaze on Oliver. “You’ve gotten quite talkative, haven’t you?”

Albin was visibly shocked by his response. Usually, Kristopher’s car underwent maintenance swiftly, thanks to his VIP service—no lines, and just an hour or two for routine checks. He never used to hurry, not even for deals worth millions. But today, his urgency was palpable.

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Could this suggest he actually cared about Carrie?

Everyone had assumed that Kristopher’s marriage to Carrie was a reckless decision, a way to defy his family after seizing control—a rebellion against being separated from Lise. To the world, Carrie was a modern-day Cindere, lucking into luxury and the life of a pampered spouse. People believed she adored Kristopher, though she seemed nothing more than a glorified servant in their mansion.

No one anticipated that she would choose to assert her independence. They had all expected her to wait passively until Kristopher grew bored and reced her with a socialite of his stature. Yet, against all odds, she did assert herself, not only leaving empty-handed but also leaving behind twenty million dors for Kristopher.

Despite his usual detachment, Kristopher was not prepared to release her and finalize their divorce.

Was their rtionship so widely misinterpreted? Perhaps even Kristopher himself hadn’t fully grasped his own growing emotions.

Albin’s lips twisted into a knowing smirk, a flicker of secret triumph in his eyes, suggesting he was the sole bearer of the truth amidst widespread ignorance. Once the discussion seemed over, Oliver didn’t hesitate; he started his car and pulled away swiftly.

Looking around, Kristopher recognized they were near the neighborhood he’d once visited to pick up Carrie. He hadn’t anticipated her to be this cautious, to mislead him with a dummy address. The realization stung him.

They were still husband and wife. He had always considered himself a responsible partner—no whisper of scandal, his financial support unwavering. Why then did she hold such deep-seated animosity? Sure, his job had often engulfed his attention, possibly neglecting some of her needs, but a conversation from her could have bridged that gap. Now, she was pushing for aplete separation, covertly renting a new ce to escape their shared past.

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