My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 27:

Yet, the dilemma lay in the team’s preference for Carrie for the lead role.

Choosing Lise only for financial benefits could smear his reputation, making him appear tyrannical.

After much deliberation, the director decided on a tactful approach.

He reached out to the agents of both Lise and Carrie, proposing another audition.

This would level the playing field, allowing the infusion of funds to be introduced more naturally should the talents of the two actresses prove indistinguishable.

As the day of the crucial second audition dawned, Kristopher and Lise were seated together in the plush interior of a sleek, black Maybach.

Lise, bubbly and brimming with confidence, turned to him. “Kristopher, once we’re done with the audition, how about we go out for a bite? It’s been a long time since our last catch-up,” she suggested cheerfully, confident of her impending success with Kristopher’s support.

Receiving no immediate response, she looked up, seeking his engagement.

However, Kristopher appeared distant, his attention captured by something outside the window.

Following his gaze, Lise’s eyes landed on Carrie.noveldrama

Carrie was a vision in the throng, her presence almost luminous.

Dressed in a plain white sweater paired with casual jeans, she exuded an effortless elegance, transforming a simple ensemble into a statement of sophisticated style.

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She seemed to be bathed in her own private glow, effortlessly outshining everyone around her.

Even the sun appeared to fade a touch in her radiance.

A fleeting tension clenched Lise’s hands into fists before she smoothed her expression into a cunning smirk.

She had deliberately brought Kristopher along, aiming to flaunt her victory.

Lise wanted to rub it in Carrie’s face that she hadn’t just stolen Carrie’s man, but also taken the lead role she wanted.

Masking her true feelings swiftly, Lise pulled at Kristopher’s sleeve and put on a guise of astonishment. “Why, what’s Ms. Campbell doing here?”

Snapping out of his reverie, Kristopher responded with a dismissive coolness. “She’s spent years enjoying the good life, but this rough patch might be the reality check she desperately needs. Maybe she can’t handle it anymore and is thinking about groveling back to me.”

His knowledge of Carrie’s circumstances was always up-to-date.

She had lived in a hotel, pointedly leaving all her belongings at their shared home.

Her actions spoke more of a petulant withdrawal for lack of attention than a serious move toward divorce.

In his view, Carrie was so accustomed to a life of indulgence that she likely found it difficult to cope on her own after their separation.

To him, Carrie’s unexpected appearance was nothing more than an admission of her inability to navigate her challenges alone, possibly even a hint at an impending apology.

Given that Carrie had often tried to monitor his whereabouts throughout their marriage, it hardly surprised him that she had managed to locate him here.

In the lobby, Carrie lingered by the vending machine, looking at the Coke inside.

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