?<strong>Chapter 457:</strong>


    Kristopher noticed what she was doing and nced over her shoulder before reaching out to take her phone. But before he could hand it back to her, she quickly snatched it away, narrowing her eyes at him.


    “What are you doing?” she asked, her tone cautious.


    He sighed. “Weren’t you looking for your phone?”


    “Oh yeah, right,” Carrie mumbled, still a little out of it.


    Turning away from him, she pulled up the QR code on her phone and held it out to Albin. “Scan it.”


    Albin chuckled. “Carrie, this app doesn’t allow transfers of that size.”


    Carrie thought for a moment, then withdrew her phone. Just as Albin thought it was over, Carrie opened her mobile banking app and handed it to him, her speech slurred. “Bank transfer then. Here’s my ount number.”


    Albin looked at Kristopher, seeking some kind of support. “Kristopher,e on, you can’t actually be serious about this, can you?”


    However, Kristopher’s face remainedpletely neutral, giving away nothing as he replied, “Business is business, Albin. Even if we’re friends, that doesn’t change the facts.”


    Albin gritted his teeth, pulled out his phone, and quickly transferred two and a half million to Carrie, muttering, “You two are scammers, I swear.”


    Kristopher responded calmly, “Don’t be ridiculous. Scamming is illegal. I’m a straightforward and honest businessman.”


    Albin didn’t dare argue with him. He tucked his phone away and lifted Camille in his arms. “Kristopher, I’m leaving now.”


    Once they had left, Kristopher turned to Carrie with a calm expression. “Okay, now go ahead and transfer one and a half million to me,” he said in a casual tone.


    Slipping her phone into her pocket, Carrie raised an eyebrow. “Why should I? I earned that money myself; there’s no reason to hand it over.”


    Kristopher let out a dryugh, shaking his head. “Because you and your friend trashed the carpet. You said you’d pay me back for it, remember?”


    Carrie’s gaze wavered, and she blinked, her vision splitting into two Kristophers. Shaking her head to clear it, she replied, “The carpet belongs to both of us. Why should I foot the bill? Besides, I’ll have someonee clean it tomorrow. It’s only a few thousand at most, and it’s just some spilled beer, not like it’s destroyed.”


    “Or, if you prefer, I can send you the cleaning fee, and you can take care of it yourself.” She grabbed her phone, tapped away in a payment app, and slid it back into her pocket.


    Giving Kristopher a light pat on the shoulder, she said, “I sent you ten thousand. Keep the change—it’s your pocket money now.”


    Kristopher looked at the transfer notification on his screen and smirked. “You have a knack for business, you know.”


    Carrie waved dismissively. “Everyone has their calling.”


    The buzz from the alcohol surged again, and she felt exhaustion take over. Like a balloon losing air, she sank down and hugged a nearby pillow.


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