?<strong>Chapter 653:</strong>


    Everyone turned to see what Carrie was pointing at, their reactions showing clear surprise.


    Arion looked at Carrie, concern etching his face. “Carrie, are you bothered by something?”


    As he spoke, he shot a reproachful look at Reece. “Reece, you always have to interfere! Look, now Carrie’s upset because of you.”


    Reece responded with a scornful look, “Weren’t you silent just a moment ago?”


    Camille moved closer to Carrie, gently cing her hands on Carrie’s shoulders. “Carrie, you look absolutely stunning in a suit, just as much as in a dress.”


    Carrie shed a smile and answered, “I’m not upset. I just feel that with my shorter hair, suits suit me better now.”


    Reece paused to think, then nodded. A suit was indeed more appropriate than something more revealing. “Carrie is gorgeous—she’d look great in anything.”


    Jenesis agreed with a nod. “Wear what makes you happy, Carrie. Whether it’s a backless dress or a suit, as long as you’re happy, that’s what matters.”


    Arion quickly picked out another suit of a matching color. “Perfect! I’ll wear this, and we can go as matching cousins.” Reece was left without words.


    Once again, he had been outmaneuvered.


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    Carrie chose a deep V-neck blouse in the same color to pair with her suit, lending a gentle, feminine ir to the sharp outfit, enhancing its unique appeal. It was both stylish and audacious.


    For once, the makeup artist felt redundant. Carrie’s natural beauty rendered any extra touches unnecessary. She applied only a light makeup and neatly straightened Carrie’s hair.


    Arion selected a pair of ck pointed ts, knelt down, and helped Carrie slip them on. “High heels can be treacherous. With your height, ts are perfectly adequate.”


    Reece moved to stand behind her and draped a violet diamond ne around her neck. “I acquired this at an auction. I originally bought it for you to wear at the family reunion banquet, but itplements today’s outfit so well. I’ll find another one for the reunion banquet.”


    He discussed the multi-million-dor ne as if it were just a simple essory.


    Camille adjusted her expression, a slight nasal twinge in her voice. “It’s such a joy to have someone watching over you. I really miss my brother. Carrie, I’m thinking about heading to Orkset tomorrow to see him.”


    Jenesis gently put her arm around Camille, offeringfort. “Try not to cry just yet; you’ve just finished your makeup. Why don’t you use my private jet? I’ll handle the new trainees at ourpany. It’s almost summer vacation anyway, so it’s quieter around here.”


    Looking at her reflection, Camille fought back tears. She was here to stand by Carrie today, and she knew she had to maintain herposure to avoid spoiling her makeup or drawing unwanted attention to herself.


    She was dressed in an elegant ck dress, her hair neatly pinned up to entuate her clear forehead and sparkling eyes. Her demeanor had significantly matured since her initial return to Mothor; she no longer bore the semnce of a naive child.


    The sun cast a vibrant glow over Isonridge in the afternoon. High-rise buildings lined the skyline, standing majestically.


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