?<strong>Chapter 313:</strong>


    Cindy nced at her husband with a mixture of contempt and frustration, her eyes rolling at his suggestion. She assertively said, “We aren’t selling all our shares to you.”


    Her intuition screamed that parting with their shares to Carrie might close the door on any future opportunities to recover.


    Carrie simply arched an eyebrow, appearing detached. “Selling the Campbell assets might help you weather this storm. Remember, I’m not your only option.”


    Kristopher then chimed in, “This doesn’t really involve us, so we’ll be on our way. Honestly, if not for the hard work your mother put into this, I’d rather donate this money than sink it here.”


    He added casually, “Oh, and I heard the new seafood restaurant on the outskirts just received a fresh batch of tuna. Let’s head there before it runs out.”


    Carrie’s smile was teasing,ced with derision as she watched Tristan’s reaction.


    Tristan’splexion shifted from pale to a deep red, his body shaking with indignation. “Disgraceful child! How did I ever raise someone like you?”


    Carrie clicked her tongue in response. “Well, given that half of my gic makeup is questionable, it’s hardly surprising I turned out this way.”


    Kristopher’s expression grew stern as he cautioned, “Watch your words, she’s my wife, and whatever you use her of, you use me of the same.”


    Tristan hesitated, his hand hovering over a cup, before he thought better of it and withdrew.


    Kristopher’s presence was formidable, his mere nce enough to intimidate anyone profoundly. More importantly, his threats were never hollow; he always acted on his words.


    Tristan couldn’t shake the regret over how everything had spiraled out of control with Carrie and Kristopher. Back when Carrie first became part of the Norris family, she was the subject of admiration and envy from many. Even the Crawford family, who felt that they had been made a fool of, could do nothing but simmer quietly in their frustration.


    Even without direct assistance from Kristopher, Tristan’s association with the Norris family had garnered significant advantages and connections. At this point, there was no possibility of turning back.


    “I’m ready to sell my shares. I own five percent.”


    A shareholder approached with curiosity. “What’s your offer?”


    Carrie paused, then elegantly lifted three fingers in response. “Three million, is it?”


    The man reacted with astonishment. Even under normal circumstances, the shares were barely worth two million and difficult to liquidate; it was absurd to consider such a high figure for apany on the brink of failure.


    With a dismissive chuckle, Carrie said, “Three hundred thousand.”


    The outcry was instant. “Three hundred thousand!” they protested. “That’s outrageously low!”


    Yet Carrie remained the picture of calmness, her leg swinging nonchntly. She said, “Beyond the Campbell family’s fifty-five percent, the other forty-five percent is valued at only two hundred seventy thousand. Commit to the contract today, and I’ll settle in cash. Moreover, I’ll handle any hidden financial misconduct you’ve been part of within thepany.”


    “You’ll be able to retire peacefully, free from the risk of exposure. After all, should I bring these issues to light, it’s unlikely anyone would offer even thirty thousand for your shares.”


    Kristopher surveyed the documents scattered across the floor, then fixed a stern, menacing look on the shareholders. His intense stare served as a clear warning.


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