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Carrie, unfazed by the exnation, shifted her gaze away, picked up a cup from the table, and took a measured sip, dismissing the situation curtly. “Huh, ridiculous.”

Unruffled by Carrie’s demeanor, Lise turned and feigned a sudden realization of another presence. She eximed with a crafted look of astonishment, “Oh, it’s Mr. Rodgers from Silver Elephant Media!”

The confined space of the room made Soren’s silver hair stand out conspicuously. Seizing the moment, Lise continued, her wordsden with intent. “Mr. Rodgers, your remarkable influence at Silver Elephant Media is unmatched, and the captivating scripts you create always turn into blockbusters. It’s rare for actresses—even top stars—to receive such personal attention from you. Ms. Campbell, you must know how fortunate you are to possess such beauty.”

At this moment, Lise paused, her tone tinged with resignation. “Indeed, beauty does open many doors.” She hadn’t anticipated Carrie’s knack for connecting with Soren. Deep down, Lise harbored no desire for Carrie to remain by Kristopher’s side, nor did she wish for her to break into the entertainment industry. Despite their simr humble beginnings, Carrie seemed to effortlessly secure everything that Lise struggled so hard to achieve, all thanks to her physical appeal. This realization was hard for Lise to swallow.

Carrie, picking up on the subtle jab, responded with a calcted nce at Lise. “Ms. Nash, I’m surprised someone of your appearance would understand the advantages of beauty so well…” With a slight, knowing smile, Carrie concluded, “After all, don’t people tend to idealize what they can hardly grasp?”

As soon as those words left her mouth, Soren almost burst outughing. He quickly masked his amusement with a cough, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room. He quickly schooled his expression. Inwardly, Soren silently cheered Carrie on with a thumbs-up. Her ability to articte her thoughts so incisively, without resorting to vulgarity, was nothing short of impressive.

It was clear why she was considered a top screenwriter. Given the right opportunity, Soren would eagerly sit down with Carrie to explore the art of crafting character dialogue.

Lise, utterly taken aback, could only turn away, her face a mask of silent fury as she nced tearfully at Kristopher. Kristopher’s features were shadowed with annoyance as he confronted Carrie. “What’s gotten into youtely? Your words are sharper than ever.”

“Are you just going to ignore everything she said about me?” Carrie’s voice cracked, worn thin by frustration. If only Kristopher had been open to discussing things amicably, they might not have been teetering on the brink of divorce.

Cutting herself off, Carrie grabbed her bag from the back of her chair with a resigned sigh. “Mr. Rodgers, maybe we should save business discussions for another day. I’ll reach out to youter.”

As she moved to leave, Soren rose. “Let me walk you out.” Carrie breezed by Kristopher without so much as a nce, her steps determined and swift. Soren, unaware of Kristopher’s identity, simply followed her out as if they were alone in the room.

Kristopher stood there, a mix of confusion and irritation brewing within him as he watched them leave. This disregard from Carrie, his wife in name, was a sharp blow to his pride. He used to bask in her undivided attention. Now, dismissed so casually, he found himself adjusting his tie in vexation, seeking some smallfort.

Once Carrie and Soren were out of sight, Lise ventured cautiously, “Is Ms. Campbell’s sudden push for divorce because she’s being backed by someone else?” Her voice was low and deliberate, each word weighed to gauge Kristopher’s reaction.

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