?<strong>Chapter 376:</strong>


    Kristopher’s office was the epitome of modern minimalism, painted in shades of deep gray. It was sparsely decorated, with even the furniture, like the sofa, featuring stark, angr lines. The atmosphere seemed to be slightly more inviting as Carrie and Camille stepped in.


    Kristopher headed to the lounge area and set down the bag of food on the sleek ck table. Carrie remained silent. She bent over to unpack the bag, her eyes briefly catching on a line of elegant thermal containers nearby.


    Noticing her nce, Kristopher exined, “Lise sent those.”


    Camille was poised to make a snide remark to Kristopher but paused when she saw the contents Carrie was handling and decided against it. She quietly took a seat on the sofa behind Carrie, trying to make her presence as little felt as possible.


    Carrie experienced a twinge of unease but maintained a casual tone. “So, should we eat this? I can serve it.”


    Kristopher, feeling unexpectedly guilty, threw his suit jacket onto the sofa and said awkwardly, “I didn’t request those from her.”


    Previously, he had never felt the need to justify such things, deeming them too insignificant for exnation. Yet, he now acknowledged that he had often been thoughtless regarding matters involving women.


    “Mrs. Norris, Mr. Norris was just about to have the kitchen prepare something light to eat,” Oliver interjected as he entered, smoothly picking up the thread of the conversation. He gave Kristopher an approving look, pleased to see him adapting to his role as a considerate husband.


    Suddenly recalling another matter, Oliver quickly added, “Also, Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris, the receptionist haspleted her tenps. I’ve directed her to HR to initiate her resignation.”


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    Camille leaned forward, her tone filled with concern. “What if she goes online and uses Carrie of bullying her?”


    Oliver chuckled, reassured, and said, “You’re overthinking it, Miss Nixon. If she hopes to maintain a respectable position in Orkset, she wouldn’t dare stir up trouble like that.”


    The message was clear: if the receptionist caused any trouble, Kristopher had the power to end her career.


    Kristopher nced at the food sent by Lise and instructed Oliver, “Distribute this among the staff downstairs.”


    “Yes,” Oliver said, reaching for the bags.


    Carrie interjected, “Camille and I haven’t eaten yet. The food I brought isn’t enough for all three of us, so we’ll keep these.”


    Kristopher frowned. “You can order anything you like.”


    Carrie dismissed his suggestion, settling next to Camille and unpacking a bag. “Why spend more and waste food? This is already ready to eat.”


    She handed Camille a container. “Here, you love lobster.” As she sorted through the rest, she picked a container for herself. “I’ll take the crab roe noodles.”


    Turning to Kristopher, she suggested, “The steak looks good. Do you want it?”


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