?<strong>Chapter 333:</strong>


    Elsewhere, at the hospital, Kristopher set aside the medical report he had been reviewing and nced at Lise, who waspletely absorbed in her phone. With a soft chuckle, he asked casually, “What’s got your attention? You’re so focused.”


    Lise quickly swiped through her phone, closed WhatsApp, and opened a different app—a backstage ount featuring details about an uing auction.


    “There’s an auction at Orkset tonight showcasing a rare and gorgeous ne.” She tapped on a picture and, as she looked up, the sternness in her eyes melted into a sweet smile. She stepped closer and held out the phone for Kristopher to see.


    He took it and looked at the image of the ne disyed on the screen. The ne was crafted to mimic a silk ribbon, studded with diamonds that sparkled like a gxy. morous, sure, but nothing truly one of a kind.


    “If you like it,” Kristopher said nonchntly, “have someone bid on it for you. I’ll handle the expense.”


    Lise yfully tugged at his arm. “You’re so thoughtful, Kristopher. This ne will be perfect for the g next week.”


    Kristopher’s attention shifted to a nearby piano—a crystal grand piano, gleaming and pristine, as if it had been plucked straight from a fairy tale.


    Lise, who hadn’t noticed it before, now caught sight of the piano. Her eyes sparkled as she pointed to it in the picture. “That’s the piano from Always Be With You! The one where the female lead ys the title song for the male lead.”


    Always Be With You. Always by your side.


    Lise kept talking enthusiastically, but Kristopher’s mind had already wandered. He was picturing an elegant figure seated at the piano, fingers gliding across the keys.


    Night enveloped the city as Carrie stepped out of the Campbell family’spany building, her armsden with signed contracts. She had moved swiftly, finalizing the equity transfer without interference. Tristan and Cindy, it seemed, had been preupied with some family drama at the hospital. Carrie didn’t care about their reasons; their absence had smoothed her path.


    Outside, the sky stretched dark and quiet, punctuated by faint stars. One shone brighter than the rest, catching her gaze. They say loved ones who pass on be stars. Maybe, just maybe, it was her mother watching over her, blessing her from above.


    The contracts in her hands were proof of her resolve. She now controlled 45% of thepany, far more than her mother ever had. Her mother once controlled just 20% of the shares, which eventually fell into Tristan’s hands after she left thepany. Now, Carrie held more than twice what her mother had.


    The taxi pulled up to Bayview Vi, and Carrie stepped out to find a scene of bustling activity. Arge truck idled at the entrance while a team of workers carefully unloaded a massive wooden crate.


    “Miss, please stand back,” one of the workers warned. “These items are valuable; we can’t afford any idents.” Carrie hesitated, her curiosity piqued.


    Before she could respond, Oliver appeared from inside the vi. “This is Mrs. Norris,” he informed the worker.


    “Mrs. Norris,” he greeted. “This is a gift from Mr. Norris.”


    Her eyes drifted to the enormous crate. Kristopher’s gifts were usually jewelry or handbags—luxuries meant to impress but often impersonal.


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