?<strong>Chapter 855:</strong>


    Kristopher remained unmoved. With an almostzy motion, he dusted off his sleeve before speaking, his voice like ice. “And why should I? As a businessman, I only do things that benefit me.”


    Her heart sank. She had be so ustomed to Kristopher stepping in to help her that she had forgotten—he wasn’t the same man anymore. He had lost his memories.


    To him, she was just another stranger. Why would he risk anything for someone he didn’t even recognize?


    She scrambled for another angle. “Camille is your best friend’s girlfriend! You can’t just stand by and do nothing! Albin has been your friend for years—think of it as a favor for him. This is nothing for you!”


    Kristopher’s gaze sharpened, irritation shing across his features. “Are you lecturing me?”


    His voice was dangerously soft, but the weight behind it was suffocating. Before Carrie could speak, he turned to the bodyguards. “Is this how you do your jobs? Letting random people make a scene in the hallway?”


    The bodyguards hesitated. Finally, one spoke. “Mr. Norris, do you… know her?”


    “Doesn’t everyone in Isonridge know that my fiancée is from the Herrera family?” His smirk deepened as he added, “If I believed every woman who imed to be my wife, I’d have a line of wives stretching from here to Steu Skua.”


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    Carrie’s heart sank at Kristopher’s cold words. She wasn’t upset for herself anymore—her only concern was Camille. If Kristopher wouldn’t help, how was she supposed to save her friend?


    Her eyes darted toward the private room where Camille’s scream hade from, her mind racing with worry.


    The bodyguards who had restrained her now looked at her with open disdain. One of them sneered, his tone dripping with mockery. “I actually thought you were credible, but it turns out you’re just a liar. Pretending to be Mr. Norris’s wife—do you think you can fool him with just your face?”


    His frustration escted as he reached out, gripping her chin with rough fingers. “Hey, if you were really his wife, would you have to sneak in like amon thief?”


    Carrie jerked her head away, her heart pounding, and instinctively turned her gaze toward Kristopher.


    Somewhere deep down, despite everything, she had believed he wouldn’t let this happen. Even if he didn’t love her. Even if he had lost his memories. Even if he refused to acknowledge their past.


    Kristopher had always cared about his reputation. Letting his ex-wife be humiliated in front of him was no different from letting his own name be dragged through the mud. Back then, he had never loved her—but he had still protected her in front of outsiders.


    Reality shattered herst shred of hope. Kristopher barely spared her a nce before turning away. Indifference. Cold. As if she were nothing.


    “Carrie!” The sudden voice made her snap her head around.


    The elevator doors slid open, and Kyson stepped out, his expression dark with urgency. He wasn’t alone. A man in a sharp ck suit followed closely behind him, his presencemanding immediate attention.


    Kyson’s sharp gaze fell on the bodyguard’s hand still gripping Carrie. His voice turned ice-cold. “Let her go.”


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