My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 638:

The results were encouraging. Eighty percent of the group had performed exceptionally, their efforts shining through in every detail. The remaining twenty percent, while earnest and hardworking, struggled with the finer points of technique. Yet Jenesis knew that with consistent practice and guidance, they too would catch up in time.

As the session wrapped up, Jenesis turned to Carrie, her expression warm but professional. “Carrie, you’ve got an excellent eye for talent,” she said with quiet pride. “The newcomers you’ve chosen are full of potential—and more importantly, they’re willing to put in the work.”

Carrie smiled, pulling Camille forward. “I can’t take all the credit, Aunt Jenesis. I wasn’t even here for most of it—hospitalized, going through the divorce. Camille and Ruby carried the weight.”

Carrie felt a deep sense of belonging as she reflected on her life’s recent changes. Despite the turmoil of the past, the Morrison family had embraced her fully, treating her as if she were one of their own.

Beside her, Camille—usually so carefree and bold—offered a rare moment of humility. “I was just lucky,” she said modestly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. “It was my first venture, and somehow, everything just fell into place.”

Jenesis turned her warm gaze to Camille, her affection evident. “I don’t have children of my own, Camille, so I treat Carrie like a daughter. And since you’re her best friend, that makes you family too. From now on, you can call me ‘Aunt.’ If you ever need help settling in Isonridge, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

Camille’s grin stretched wide as she leaned closer. “Thanks, Aunt Jenesis. I could get used to this.”

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Jenesis wrapped an arm around each of them, pulling them into a loose embrace. “I hear you two love hotpot. How about I treat you to some authentic Iamb hotpot?”

Jenesis led Carrie and Camille into the hotel lobby, their laughter lingering as they approached the seating area. It wasn’t until they reached the plush sofas that realization struck — none of them had brought a car. Carrie had taken a taxi, and Jenesis had been dropped off by Kody on his way.

“I’ll call a driver to pick us up,” Jenesis said as they settled into the sofa.

Before she could dial, a deep, respectful voice interrupted. “Where are you three headed? I can take you there.”

Carrie’s stomach dropped. Her heart sank as she looked up, her gaze meeting Oliver’s calm and composed demeanor as he stood behind the sofa.

Camille, reacting fast, immediately stepped in front of Carrie. Her eyes narrowed, suspicion radiating from her posture as she shot Oliver a wary glance. “What do you want?”

As she spoke, Camille’s eyes darted past Oliver, scanning the lobby for any sign of Kristopher. The sight of his assistant usually meant the man himself wasn’t far behind. When she found no trace of him, her unease only deepened.

Jenesis, meanwhile, looked from Carrie to Camille, then to Oliver, clearly puzzled by the tension.noveldrama

Camille’s voice broke the silence again, her tone sharp. “Is Kristopher hiding somewhere nearby? What’s he after this time? Carrie’s divorced him, and yet he’s still following her around like a shadow.”

Jenesis’s face shifted as the pieces clicked together. Her sharp gaze landed on Oliver. “So, you’re one of Kristopher’s men,” she said coolly. “Let me make this clear: the Morrison family can handle any situation in Isonridge that concerns Carrie.”

Oliver remained calm, his tone level and reasoned. “Miss Morrison, Miss Nixon, you’re misunderstanding. Mr. Norris isn’t here. I just happened to see you without a car while I was on business. With rush hour traffic, even the Morrison family’s car wouldn’t get you to dinner in time. By the time it arrives, your dinner might as well be a midnight snack.”

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