?<strong>Chapter 610:</strong>


    The vi held too many memories of Kristopher—ghosts of moments she didn’t want to relive. Returning would only dredge up the past, each memory ying out like a wound reopening.


    Camille nodded in agreement. “Makes sense. That homewrecker Lise knows the address, after all. Move back, and she might crawl out of the woodwork to cause trouble again.”


    Carrie gave a curt nod, choosing not to dwell on the name that made her stomach churn. Instead, she shifted the conversation. “What about you? Are you staying at Ripples Complex? Or, if you’d rather, you can move into one of the properties under my name. I was going to rent them out anyway, not live in them myself.”


    Camille shrugged, grabbing a can of soda from the fridge. “Nah, I am heading to Isonridge.”


    She popped the tab with practiced ease and took a sip before turning back to Carrie.


    Camille said, “Ourpany just signed a bunch of fresh talents. Ruby pulled some strings and got Jenesis Morrison—yeah, the Jenesis Morrison, former Best Actress Award winner—to train them. Since she has been teaching at Isonridge Film Academy after retiring, I’ve got to take the newbies there for her workshops. Ruby cannot leave thepany right now, so it’s on me to babysit the recruits.”


    Carrie’s eyebrow lifted. “When did all this happen?”


    “While you were busy handling Gracie’s memorial service,” Camille replied, reaching for another soda. “Honestly, it’s been so hectic I forgot to tell you. I only remembered when Ms. Morrison sent me the finalized course schedule this morning.” She handed the second can to Carrie, who epted it absently.


    Carrie ced the unopened soda on the table, her mind already spinning. “I will go with you,” she said after a pause. “There is a charity film that needs to be shot in Isonridge. I was not sure about taking the project, but this way, I can kill two birds with one stone.”


    Camille’s gaze sharpened. “And Lise? You are just going to let her walk free?”


    The mention of Lise hardened Carrie’s expression. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table.


    Carrie said, “I do not have enough evidence to bring her down—not yet. With Mrs. Norris protecting her, my hands are tied for now. But I have hired a private investigator…”


    “To shadow her 24/7. She has left a trail of dirt behind her, and I will make sure every bit of ites to light. The wheels of justice may turn slowly, but they turn. And when they do, she’ll pay for everything.”


    Camille leaned back, satisfaction flickering in her eyes. “Exactly. Karma does not miss a target. She will get what’sing to her.”


    Three dayster, the bustling terminal of Isonridge Airport buzzed with activity as Carrie and Camille disembarked, nked by a dozen fresh-faced talents from Camille’spany. Heads turned, conversations paused, and a ripple of curiosity spread through the crowd.


    It was impossible not to notice the group.


    Camille had an impable eye for beauty, and every one of her recruits was a showstopper. Even the most casual onlooker could tell this was no ordinary crowd.


    A few girls pulled out their phones, sneaking photos of the striking entourage. The bolder ones tried to get closer, their steps faltering when Camille’s security team, prearranged and alert, stepped in to maintain order.


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