?<strong>Chapter 372:</strong>


    “What a coincidence,” one of them snickered. “One of you takes the wrong phone, and the other can’t even reach her husband.”


    “What are the odds?”


    Camille’s frustration boiled over. “Kristopher, you idiot! How can you let me down at such a crucial moment?” She turned to Carrie in desperation. “Call Oliver!”


    “Enough!” the receptionist snapped, waving them off. “I’m still working here. I don’t have time for this nonsense. If my boss sees you causing a scene, I’ll be the one who has to exin it. So leave now—or I’ll call security!”


    Before her threat could escte, a soft chime echoed in the lobby. The elevator doors slid open, revealing two staff members stepping out, chatting casually. They were dressed in restaurant uniforms, carrying an assortment of thermal food boxes.


    “Ms. Nash is really thoughtful,” one of them said with a chuckle. “She ordered such a variety of dishes for Mr. Norris. It’s like a banquet!”


    The other shook his head in amazement. “That’s money for you. Each dish here costs over a thousand bucks, and there’s more than ten of them. Mr. Norris can’t possibly eat it all. What a waste.”


    The first man nudged him, ncing at the gathering crowd. “Shh. Don’t talk about that here.”


    The two disappeared through a nearby door, leaving the room in an awkward silence. The receptionist’s eyesnded on the thermal box in Carrie’s hand, her lips curling into a sneer.


    “Did you hear that?” she said mockingly. “Our CEO’s meals are delivered. You think you can just show up with whatever’s in that box and impress him? Even if the CEO’s wife showed up with food, it wouldn’t mean anything.”


    “Everyone knows Lise is the most important person to him. Just leave already.”


    “Are you just blind orpletely out of the loop?” Camille challenged, her voice rising with incredulity. “Repeat that, I dare you! And what worth does that maniptor even have? How can you evenpare her to Carrie?” With a fiery gaze, she took a defiant step forward, ready to confront the receptionist.


    Retreating, the receptionist’s voice escted into a frantic call for help. “Security! Security! Come quick! We’ve got a couple of troublemakers here stirring up trouble and they look like they’re about to throw punches! Get them out now!”


    Upon hearing the uproar, two security guards sprinted towards the scene. The receptionist, pointing usatorily at Carrie and Camille,manded, “Remove them at once!”


    One security guard paused, his gazending on Carrie. “I recognize this woman. She’s spoken with Oliver before. Maybe we should contact Oliver just to confirm,” he cautiously suggested.


    Hands on her hips, the receptionist retorted sharply, “Oliver talks to everyone! If we had to run to him every time someone kicked up a fuss, what use would we be? If she was really someone of importance, wouldn’t she be here on an appointment?”


    The security guard wavered, tempted to point out Oliver’s previous show of respect towards Carrie, but the receptionist’s assertive demeanor made him second guess. After all, he had only seen their interaction from a distance and could not have the full picture.


    “Please,dies, could you kindly leave the premises? Don’t make this any moreplicated.” The security guard motioned dismissively, his hands gesturing towards the exit but careful not to touch them.


    Camille, nting one hand firmly on her hip and wagging a finger at the receptionist, taunted, “You’re merely a receptionist at Norris Group. Do you fancy yourself thedy of this ce? You haven’t even confirmed our identities. By what authority do you demand our departure?”


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