?<strong>Chapter 881:</strong>


    Camille got up, moved next to Carrie, and draped an arm around her shoulders. “Then we’ll attend together.”


    Carrie no longer resisted, saying, “Alright, I’ll join thepany team.”


    While they were conversing, the sound of a door opening came from outside. Carrie and Camille exchanged nces and said in unison, “That must be Daxton returning. Let’s go check.”


    In a whisper, Camille added, “You’d think Daxton was some kind of spy with the way hees and goes. Just yesterday, I tried to call him to pick something up, but his phone was off all day. He’s so mysterious; it makes you wonder what he’s up to.”


    Carrie offered a slight smile but said nothing. She too had wondered about Daxton’s daily activities, but as they were merely friends, he wasn’t obliged to share the details of his life with her. If she pried too much, it could lead Daxton to get the wrong idea. They had finally managed to maintain a peaceful friendship, and she didn’t want to disrupt that bnce.


    Carrie and Camille stepped outside the room. Daxton approached the dining table with two bags, announcing, “Are you both finished freshening up? I’ve just picked up breakfast. There are savory pancakes from the local food stall, still hot, and coconut milk.”


    “I’m ready,” Carrie replied as she walked over to the table to help Daxton unpack the food.


    In contrast to Kristopher, Daxton’s demeanor was so understated that you wouldn’t guess he came from wealth. The only street food Kristopher enjoyed was crepes, because they reminded him of his sister and their shared memories. He was particr about not eating any other food sold on the street. Daxton, however, seemed to genuinely relish every type of food.


    Several dayster, Camille visited the trainees and informed Jenesis that Carrie was set to receive an award. By that day, the entire Morrison family was aware.


    The Morrison family prioritized the event. With the awards ceremony only a week away, they had already arranged for a gown, jewelry, and a makeup artist.


    That morning, Carrie was still asleep when the noise outside her room stirred her awake. She opened her door and stepped out.


    Jenesis and Arion were lounging on the sofa, while Camille, still in her pajamas, sleepily hosted them.


    Carrie stretched and yawned. “Auntie, Arion, what brings you here so early?”


    Upon seeing Carrie, Camille quickly said, “Carrie, why are you getting up sote? Your aunt and cousin are here to take you jewelry shopping today. Hurry up and get ready so you can join them.”


    Jenesis turned to Camille and suggested, “Camille, you should join us and help us decide.”


    An hourter, at the jewelry store.


    The store owner, knowing the Morrison family was visiting, had specially cleared the store for them.


    A staff member approached and weed them. “Ms. Morrison, Mr. Morrison, Ms. Campbell, please take a seat on the sofa and enjoy some refreshments. The jewelry is ready for you to select.”


    Carrie responded casually, “No need for that. Justy everything out on the counter. I’ll browse some other items while I’m here.”


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