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“At Norris Group? Is that really all | am in your eyes?” Kristopher’s words flowed smoothly, his tone playful yet
laced with a touch of mock hurt. They had performed this routine so many times it was second nature by now.
Kristopher delivered his lines with such natural charm that no one could doubt his sincerity. The tenderness in his
voice carried the unmistakable air of a man utterly besotted.
Carrie gave a small, knowing smile, her eyes sliding toward Ailyn like a blade. “I never said that. She just came
up with it on her own.”
The temperature in the room seemed to drop as a collective shiver ran through the crowd. Before Carrie's arrival,
plenty of people had cozied up to Ailyn by taking cheap shots at Carrie. Now, they were breaking out in cold
sweats, mentally retracing their steps to see if they'd crossed any lines. Once they convinced themselves they
hadn’t gone too far, they sighed in relief, emboldened enough to inch closer to Kristopher, who had suddenly
becthe center of their universe.
Ailyn, on the other hand, looked as though she’d been slapped across the face. She stumbled back into a chair,
her humiliation painted vividly across her features. But no one paid her any mind. The rest of the group was too
busy trying to figure out how to worm their way into Kristopher’s good graces.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe class president, quick to seize the moment, grabbed the most expensive champagne bottle on the table—a
vintage priced at over two thousand on the market but marked up to five thousand here at the hotel. Not so long
ago, everyone had oohed and aahed over it, but now, in Kristopher’s presence, it might as well have been
sparkling water.
A classmate whose family ran a factory called over the waiter with a flourish. “Bring us a bottle of ‘82 Lafite!”
Kristopher barely spared him a glance. His voice was calm, almost lazy, as he addressed the waiter. “Just bring
three bottles of my wine.” His eyes, however, never left Carrie, as if no one else in the room was worth a fraction
of his attention.
The factory heir quickly jumped in, nodding so eagerly it was a wonder his head stayed attached. “Yes, yes! Do
as Mr. Norris says!”
The waiter, unimpressed by the man’s theatrics, nodded politely before heading off. When he returned, the three
bottles he brought immediately stole the show. A man in the wine business leaned in to get a closer look and
whistled low under his breath. “These bottles... they're each worth around a million dollars. Absolutely
staggering.”
Hearing this, the women in the group quickly abandoned their wistful glances at Kristopher, redirecting their
envy toward Carrie. In a flash, they had their phones out, snapping pictures of the rare wines as though
capturing a mythical beast. Even if Kristopher was out of their league, this was their golden ticket to social media
glory—proof they had brushed shoulders with luxury. Who knew? Maybe the photos would catch the eye of a
wealthy suitor.
The men, meanwhile, weren't far behind, though their motivations were less about flaunting and more about
leveraging connections. The class president, ever the opportunist, poured two glasses from one of the million-
dollar bottles and approached Kristopher with the air of someone about to meet royalty. “Mr. Norris, it's an
absolute honor to finally meet you. Thanks to our class beauty here, | get the chance to toast with you. Would
you dothe honor of accepting this glass?”
Kristopher’s gaze shifted from the offered glass to Carrie. “Sweetheart,” he asked softly, “may | have a drink?”
The room once again plunged into stunned silence. Even Albin, usually so composed, straightened in his seat.
The cigarette dangling between his fingers burned down to ash, utterly forgotten. He couldn’t wrap his head
around what he was seeing—Kristopher, the man he had admired as something akin to a deity, now acting like a
doting, attentive husband? It was as if the heavens themselves had flipped upside down.
Camille cast a pointed glance at Ailyn, whose face had grown stiffer with each passing moment. Then she leaned
toward Carrie, nudging her with a sly grin. “Mrs. Norris, don’t just sit there all quiet! Look at our poor class rep—
he’s been holding that glass up for so long that I think his arm’s about to fall off! If you don’t give your blessing, |
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdoubt Mr. Norris will even think of accepting his toast.”
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