Chapter 650:
“Okay.” Daxton unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out first, circling around the car to open her door. His movements were smooth and unhurried, ever the gentleman.
“You go ahead,” he said, leaning casually against the car as she stepped out. “I will stay until I see you safely inside.”
Carrie nodded, offering him a small wave before heading toward the estate.
Daxton watched her retreating figure as it disappeared into the shadowy alley, only moving once she was out of sight. He retrieved a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a flick of his lighter.
“What are you doing here?”
The deep rumble of an approaching car broke the stillness. A sleek black luxury vehicle pulled up beside him, its rear window gliding down to reveal Albin.
Daxton’s gaze flicked toward him, then away again. Taking another drag from his cigarette, he replied without looking back, “Mr. Murray, I do not believe we are on such familiar terms that we need to exchange pleasantries.”
The car door opened, and Albin stepped out, his eyes scanning the area. “Are you pestering Carrie again?”
Daxton’s attention shifted, and for the first time, he noticed the man sitting in the back seat: Kristopher. The latter’s gaze was cold and assessing, his expression unreadable.
Daxton crushed the half-finished cigarette under his heel, extinguishing its ember.noveldrama
“No comment,” he said curtly, turning to get into his car. Kristopher’s voice cut through the silence, slow and deliberate. “Carrie will never like you.”
Daxton froze mid-step, then straightened, turning to face him. His lips curled into a sardonic smile. “Kristopher, what makes you believe you are so superior? Do you fancy yourself a puppet master, pulling everyone’s strings? If you’re so clever, then tell me—how did you end up being outwitted by Lise, a common delinquent?”
The words hung in the air like a taunt, and this time, Daxton did not wait for a response. He slid into the driver’s seat, revved the engine, and sped off without a backward glance.
Kristopher remained silent, his jaw tightening as he absorbed the sting of Daxton’s parting words. Finally, he turned to Albin. “Go back to Orkset. Look into Lise.”
Albin frowned, leaning back in his seat with a sigh. “Kristopher, he was just trying to provoke you. Oliver already investigated everything about Lise back then. Besides, I only just arrived in Isonridge and haven’t even seen Camille yet.”
Kristopher’s brow furrowed, his voice taking on a colder edge. “Check the details of her heart transplant. I will even help you win your girlfriend back if that’s what it takes.”
The next morning, Carrie woke up to a strange shift in the usual warmth of the Morrison family’s home. The atmosphere was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the usual lively energy. No one had gone to work. Instead, they were all gathered in the living room, their faces serious and grave.
As Carrie entered, the mood abruptly shifted. Smiles appeared, and voices rushed to greet her with exaggerated concern. Luca was the first to speak. “Carrie, what would you like to eat today?”
Kody, eager as ever, offered, “Carrie, how about I buy you an office building, and you move your company to Isonridge?”
Jenesis, ever the optimist, suggested, “Carrie, how about I take you and your team to the amusement park today? A little work-life balance never hurt anyone, especially after all those endless rehearsals.”
Reece, always thinking ahead, added, “If you’re going to the amusement park, I’ll have them close it for the day. It’s far too hot to enjoy yourself outdoors, fully equipped like that.”
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