?<strong>Chapter 297:</strong>


    Carrie rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “How very convenient.”


    Oliver wisely decided to say no more. Handing Carrie’s suitcase to Willow, he added, “If you need anything, Mrs. Norris, Willow will handle it. I need to return to the office.” With that, he left quickly, leaving Carrie and Willow alone in the entryway.


    Willow clutched the suitcase tightly, but instead of heading upstairs, she lingered, her curiosity apparent. She turned to Carrie, her voice cautious but probing. “Mrs. Norris… did you and Mr. Norris have a fight?”


    Carrie’s eyes flicked to Willow, noting the unusual glint in her expression. It wasn’t concern—it was something closer to excitement. Her intuition told her to tread carefully.


    “Do you want us to fight?” Carrie asked, her voice sharp and direct. Her intuition told her to keep the divorce n away from Willow.


    Willow faltered, her smile slipping for a brief moment before she forced it back. “Of course not! I hope you and Mr. Norris stay in love forever.”


    Carrie’s lips curved into a faint, almost mocking smile. “Exactly.”


    “We will stay in love forever.” Leaning closer, she pulled the cor of her shirt slightly aside, revealing the faint mark on her neck. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll even have a child this year.”


    Willow’s grip on the suitcase tightened, her knuckles turning pale as her gaze darted to the mark. Her mind raced. It seemed Kristopher and Carrie’s rtionship was actually getting better.


    At that moment, Carrie’s phone vibrated, breaking the silence. She pulled it out, her eyes scanning a message in her group chat. It was from Soren: “Don’t rush off after the shoot. I’ming by to visit—I have some good news to share.”


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    While eating their packed lunches, the crew members mingled, sharing lighthearted banter. With his chair tilted back, Asher rested his feet on another chair and nonchntly slid his chicken leg into Carrie’s lunchbox. Carrie bit into the chicken andmented, “Mr. Rodgers should consider adding some more meat options. These meals feel a bit nd.”


    Right then, Soren made his entrance with a smile, bearing two bags filled with coffee cups. “Sorry about that. I’ll make sure we include more meat in tomorrow’s lunches.”


    As he handed the coffee to the assistant, he said, “Today’s agenda includes nominating several of our team members to join the lineup for this week’s episode of Weekend Party.” Known for its high ratings, Weekend Party was a staple in the variety show circuit, often hosted by top-tier celebrities and featuring a mix of prominent and up-anding stars. The show served as a main tform for celebrities aiming to boost visibility for theirtest projects, be it films, music, or television dramas.


    A hush settled over the room, anticipation building as everyone awaited his next words. It was evident from Soren’s impromptu visit that his intentions extended beyond merely selecting show participants.


    Pausing to take a sip of his coffee, he said methodically, “I intend to take this opportunity to unveil Carrie as the real Katrina.”


    Asher’s expression turned contemtive. “Don’t you think that’s somewhat premature? We had agreed to wait until after the production.”


    Soren set his coffee down, saying, “By the broadcast, filming will be nearlyplete.” Convinced of the strategic advantage, Soren added, “The timing will generate more buzz.”


    Prompted by Soren’s reasoning, Asher nted his feet firmly on the floor, tallying considerations on his fingers. “We’re indeed close to wrapping up.”


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