?<strong>Chapter 456:</strong>


    With a mocking tone, Kristopher taunted, “Hiding it again?”


    “Think that will make it all vanish?”


    As he spoke, he leaned slightly, peering around her to survey the extent of the damage.


    Staggering to maintain her bnce and propping herself against the couch, Carrie retorted sharply, “It’s just a rug. I’ll get a new one.”


    She recalled the money Kristopher had recently given her for a pen; to her, recing a million-dor carpet seemed trivial.


    Kristopher, understanding her intent instantly, sat down beside her and asked, “nning to use the pen money to cover this, then?”


    Struggling to stay upright, Carrie copsed beside him, saying, “You always have to make everything about profit! Can’t you stop being a businessman, even with your wife?”


    With a casual shrug, Kristopher removed his jacket and replied, “A million hardly justifies scheming. Feel free to try and hustle that amount. I won’t interfere.”


    Carrie grimaced, pondering where she could possibly conjure such a sum.


    As if anticipating her thoughts, Kristopher added with a smirk, “Realistically, I’m the only one you could possibly swindle out of a million dors.”


    Carrie red at Kristopher for what felt like forever, but her thoughts were clouded, dulled by the alcohol, and she couldn’t find the words to respond.


    Just as they were talking, Albin rushed in. The door to the living room was slightly open, so he pushed it the rest of the way and stepped in.


    “Kristopher, you asked me to pick…” He hadn’t even finished his sentence when his eyesnded on Camille, passed out on the coffee table.


    He quickly crossed the room, knelt beside her, and gently patted her. “Baby, why are you sleeping here? Let me take you home.”


    Camille stirred groggily and slowly stood up. As Albin reached out to steady her, he identally knocked over a bottle of beer, spilling it all over the ce.


    Suddenly alert, Carrie pointed at the beer spilling on the floor and said to Albin, “You’ve ruined the carpet. Pay up. It was imported from abroad, worth over two million dors.”


    Albin stepped back, eyes widening as he looked at the carpet—only to knock over a few more bottles, turning the floor into a small river of beer.


    He turned to Kristopher for help, his voice unsure. “Kristopher…”


    Kristopher didn’t even bother to look up, casually replying, “Hmm, just give two and a half million.”


    Albin’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “Seriously, how can a carpet be worth that much?”


    Kristopher replied,pletely unfazed, “Bank transfer?”


    At the mention of a transfer, Carrie quickly reached into her pocket for her phone—but it wasn’t there.


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