?<strong>Chapter 374:</strong>


    When the name “Mrs. Norris” was uttered, the receptionist stood stock-still. It baffled her that a woman in modest attire could be married to Mr. Norris.


    “I… I… I can’t…” Overwhelmed by fear, the receptionist could barely speak, her wordsing out as nervous stammers.


    Nearby, Soren, who had overheard the exchange, made an observation. “It appears Mr. Norris’s leadership isn’t asmendable as it’s made out to be,” he said.


    Soren had always felt overshadowed by Kristopher, given their simrly affluent backgrounds. Everyone knew of Kristopher’s sesses. Since their youth, their families would hold him up as a paragon for the children, often casting Soren in his shadow.


    Eventually, Soren met and admired Carrie, though she was unfortunately Kristopher’s wife. Kristopher didn’t value what he had, showering attention on Lise, a deceitful woman, and almost pushing Carrie away. Soren saw this as a slight to Carrie and nursed a grudge against Kristopher.


    He bristled at the thought of Kristopher, a man who, in his eyes, could only amass wealth and served merely as a human ATM. Soren rejected anyparison to him.


    With a stern expression, Olivermanded, “Head to the finance department, handle this month’s sry issues, and then you’re free to leave.”


    Camille quickly interjected, “Oliver, why defend her? She vowed to crawl tenps in the lobby. Are we simply ignoring that now?”


    In a burst of anger, the receptionist responded, “This is the Norris Group’s front hall. If I actually crawled tenps here, it would tarnish our corporate image.”


    Carrie scoffed, “Since when do you stand for thepany’s image?”


    Defiantly, the receptionist retorted, “Oliver respects you, and suddenly you think you’re the CEO’s wife? Everyone here knows the CEO only loves Ms. Nash. If he truly saw you as his wife, wouldn’t people at thepany recognize you? How else could such confusion arise?”


    “Well, she’s correct. Given that you’ve made it here today, let me take this opportunity to introduce you to ourpany. We need to avoid any more unexpected encounters like today’s.”


    A cold voice suddenly cut through the silence. All eyes shifted towards Kristopher as he emerged from the private elevator. d in a sleek dark gray suit that entuated his broad shoulders and defined silhouette, he approached with swift strides. Within moments, he was beside Carrie. Gently, he took her bag and wrapped an arm around her, asking softly, “What brought you here today?”


    “Just thought I’d bring you some lunch,” Carrie responded, her voice steady.


    A hint of disappointment filled her as she remembered what the delivery team from the restaurant said—Lise had already sent lunch, and Kristopher had probably eaten. However, Kristopher surprised her, saying, “You’ve got great timing; I’ve skipped lunch. Haven’t you eaten yet? Let’s head up and eat together.”


    “No, I haven’t,” Carrie said, having hoped to enjoy lunch together at his office.


    Soren said goodbye to Carrie and acknowledged Camille with a nod, but hepletely ignored Kristopher as if he wasn’t there. Unbothered, Kristopher ced his arm around Camille’s shoulders, and they walked toward the elevator. Camille quietly trailed behind them into the elevator as well.


    Outside, the receptionist was on her knees, seemingly as a form of punishment, but before Carrie could see more, the elevator doors smoothly shut.


    “Why did Mr. Rodgerse to see you?” Carrie asked.


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