My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 456

Chapter 456:

With a mocking tone, Kristopher taunted, “Hiding it again?”

“Think that will make it all vanish?”

As he spoke, he leaned slightly, peering around her to survey the extent of the damage.

Staggering to maintain her balance and propping herself against the couch, Carrie retorted sharply, “It’s just a

rug. I'll get a new one.”

She recalled the money Kristopher had recently given her for a pen; to her, replacing a million-dollar carpet

seemed trivial.

Kristopher, understanding her intent instantly, sat down beside her and asked, “Planning to use the pen money

to cover this, then?”

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Struggling to stay upright, Carrie collapsed beside him, saying, “You always have to make everything about

profit! Can't you stop being a businessman, even with your wife?”

With a casual shrug, Kristopher removed his jacket and replied, “A million hardly justifies scheming. Feel free to

try and hustle that amount. | won't interfere.”

Carrie grimaced, pondering where she could possibly conjure such a sum.

As if anticipating her thoughts, Kristopher added with a smirk, “Realistically, I'm the only one you could possibly

swindle out of a million dollars.”

Carrie glared at Kristopher for what felt like forever, but her thoughts were clouded, dulled by the alcohol, and

she couldn't find the words to respond.

Just as they were talking, Albin rushed in. The door to the living room was slightly open, so he pushed it the rest

of the way and stepped in.

“Kristopher, you askedto pick...” He hadn't even finished his sentence when his eyes landed on Camille,

passed out on the coffee table.

He quickly crossed the room, knelt beside her, and gently patted her. “Baby, why are you sleeping here? Let me

take you home.”

Camille stirred groggily and slowly stood up. As Albin reached out to steady her, he accidentally knocked over a

bottle of beer, spilling it all over the place.

Suddenly alert, Carrie pointed at the beer spilling on the floor and said to Albin, “You've ruined the carpet. Pay

up. It was imported from abroad, worth over two million dollars.”

Albin stepped back, eyes widening as he looked at the carpet—only to knock over a few more bottles, turning the

floor into a small river of beer.

He turned to Kristopher for help, his voice unsure. “Kristopher...”

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Kristopher didn’t even bother to look up, casually replying, “Hmm, just give two and a half million.”

Albin’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “Seriously, how can a carpet be worth that much?”

Kristopher replied, completely unfazed, “Bank transfer?”

At the mention of a transfer, Carrie quickly reached into her pocket for her phone—but it wasn’t there.

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