?<strong>Chapter 450:</strong>


    Kristopher looked down at her bare feet. “And how do you n to walk like that?”


    Before she could reply, he addressed the caller with a frosty tone. “Mr.


    Rodgers, aren’t you overstepping some boundaries? Is it really appropriate to speak so casually to someone else’s wife?”


    Soren stood his ground, his voice growing louder in response. “Mr. Norris, it was your assistant who contacted me earlier regarding Katrina. Aren’t you aware that Carrie is Katrina? It seems you’re not fully aware of your wife’s abilities.”


    Kristopher stopped in his tracks, his gaze turning sharply towards Carrie.


    On the other end of the call, Soren smirked, pleased with the evident unease he’d caused Kristopher.


    Carrie, feeling ufortable, looked away from Kristopher and quickly interjected, “Ignore him, Mr. Rodgers. Was this call about Katrina?”


    Soren’s tone became grave. “Yes, it’s crucial. You need to ess Katrina’s ount and make a rifying post. I’ll also reveal your true identity on thepany’s profile.”


    While Carrie remained in Kristopher’s arms, continuing her conversation, he couldn’t help but gently tap her on the backside.


    After wrapping up the conversation with Soren, Carrie hung up the phone.


    Kristopher then brought Carrie into the living room, setting her gently on the couch while still embracing her closely. He looked deeply into her eyes and questioned, “So, Soren knows you’re Katrina, Albin does too—seems like everyone knew except me?”


    Feeling a bit remorseful, Carrie shifted ufortably. “It’s not exactly public knowledge. I’ve managed to keep it under wraps quite well.”


    Kristopher studied her face, his expression soft despite the revtions. He affectionately tweaked her cheek. “Let’s keep no more secrets from each other, okay?”


    Carrie’s lips formed a pout. “I mentioned my scriptwriting to you when I started. You didn’t seem interested, so I didn’t bring it up again.”


    “It wasn’t a secret. You just weren’t paying attention.”


    Nestled in the nket, she resembled a sulking child.


    Kristopher chuckled lightly. “Oh, so this is somehow my fault now?”


    With a firm nod, Carrie replied, “Exactly, as long as you acknowledge that.”


    Kristopher half-heartedly reached for a cigarette but then thought better of it, instead taking her hand in his. “You never let anything slide, do you?”


    Carrie tilted her head back proudly. “Why should I? I stand my ground, wrong or right. But if I’m right, I never give in.”


    Their yful exchange was interrupted by another ring from Kristopher’s phone.


    Expecting it to be Albin, he was ready to ignore the call until he saw Lise’s name appear on the disy.


    Both Kristopher and Carrie looked at each other, understanding that Lise’s call was likely rted to the giarism controversy.


    He hesitated, not answering immediately, instead looking at Carrie.


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