?<strong>Chapter 332:</strong>


    Carrie’s parting words, meant only to unsettle her, seemed to havended deeper than intended.


    As the car faded from sight, the woman’s gaze remained locked on the road, her mind racing, the pieces slowly clicking into ce. Soren’s words echoed in her mind.


    He had mentioned someone named Kristopher. That name sounded familiar.


    A jolt of realization hit her. Kristopher… wasn’t he Lise’s benefactor? So Kristopher was Carrie’s backing?


    A sly smile crept across her lips, her earlier panic reced by something darker. Carrie had just handed her a weapon, one that didn’t even require her to lift a finger. Someone else would take care of Carrie for her.


    The woman’s mind raced back to a time when she’d worked with Lise on a drama, when they’d exchanged WhatsApp contacts.


    She pulled out her phone. Her fingers flew over the keys as she typed. “Lise, I just met someone named Carrie. She got Mr. Norris tond her a spot on a reality show.”


    With You Carrie sat quietly in the car, trying to shake off the minor incident with the woman from earlier. Compared to the whirlwind of melodramatic chaos she’d been caught up intely, this felt like nothing more than a fleeting annoyance—hardly worth her time or energy.


    To distract herself, she pulled out her phone and began scrolling aimlessly through her social media feed. A post from the scriptpany caught her attention—it was an update, a call for submissions.


    It instantly reminded her that her own script project had been stalled for quite a while. The thought made her pause. Katrina’stest project was already well into the preparation stage, while her script seemed to have stalled indefinitely.


    She didn’t want to lose momentum, especially not for the sake of a fleeting, profit-driven venture.


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    She tapped into the chat window for the scriptpany and typed a message: “Any updates on when scriptwriting will resume? The longer the dy, the more I worry about losing track of details, which could lead to inconsistencies.”


    For a moment, the chat remained eerily quiet. Then, after what felt like forever, a short reply popped up: “Waiting for the client’s confirmation.”


    Carrie hesitated, wanting to push for more details, but stopped herself. This entire deal had been set up by Ruby, and she didn’t want to drag her friend into an awkward position.


    Letting out a quiet sigh, she closed WhatsApp. She reassured herself with the thought of focusing on her acting and creative projects. If she could stabilize her ie, everything else would fall into ce—or so she hoped.


    After all, if she had money, these problems wouldn’t exist. A pang of regret lingered as she thought about the years she’d spent as a full-time housewife, sidelining her ambitions.


    Meanwhile, over at the scriptpany, the sudden cancetion from Lise had everyone on edge. Without the final payment from her, moving forward with their ns seemed nearly impossible. The boss, pulling at what little hair he had left, let out a heavy sigh. What was supposed to be a reputation-boosting project had turned into an absolute headache.


    After a moment of thought, he opened Lise’s WhatsApp chat and typed a message, echoing Carrie’s concern: “Ms. Nash, are you avable? When can we expect scriptwriting to continue?”


    He stared at the screen, waiting for a reply that never came.


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