Chapter 648:
“Carrie! I am talking to you! Can you not hear me?” Marina’s voice rose, sharp and laced with frustration.
At that, Carrie stopped in her tracks, turning her head to glance over her shoulder.
The girl leading the group caught the eye immediately. Her brown curls framed her face like a halo, and her vibrant red dress clung to her figure, accentuating her striking features. She looked like a porcelain doll—radiant and flawless.
Yet, there was something about her eyes. The subtle upward tilt held a hint of arrogance and defiance, dimming her charm and leaving an air of unpleasantness.
Marina shoved her handbag into the arms of the girl beside her without so much as a word of acknowledgment and marched toward Carrie, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. As she closed the distance, she finally got a good look at Carrie’s face, and for a fleeting moment, envy flickered across her otherwise self-assured expression.
How could a small-town girl radiate such elegance? Carrie looked more like a high-society socialite than Marina herself, despite all her efforts.
No wonder Reece was drawn to her. Carrie must be some kind of femme fatale, a master in the art of seduction. Even Marina had almost fallen for her charms.
Standing face-to-face, Carrie in simple flats was nearly as tall as Marina in her heels. Marina lifted her chin, her posture rigid and confrontational.
“Stay away from Reece,” she warned, her tone low and icy. “A woman like you has no place marrying into the Morrison family, especially since you have already been married once.”
The weight of her accusation hung in the air, and in that moment, both Carrie and Daxton realized Marina had entirely misunderstood the situation.
Carrie had no intention of setting the record straight. Aliza’s connections to Kristopher complicated things, and the last thing Carrie needed was for Kristopher to discover her ties to the Morrison family.
If he did, he would only grow more guarded, making it harder for her to collect the evidence she needed against Lise.
Her gaze flickered to Aliza, who had subtly stepped back, clearly trying to dissociate herself from the confrontation.
Carrie’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. So, this was Aliza’s game. The spat between Kristopher and Reece must have stirred some insecurity in Aliza, prompting her to send a pawn—a privileged but naive girl with a strong family name—to challenge Carrie. How utterly tedious.
Carrie’s smile turned cold as she met Marina’s eyes. “You pampered princess, do not let yourself be used as someone else’s pawn like a fool,” she said, her voice steady but cutting. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and walked away.noveldrama
“Who are you calling a fool?” Marina shrieked, chasing after her. “Reece and I grew up together! He said he would marry me when we were in kindergarten. Do not think you can steal him from me!”
Carrie could not help the wry smile that tugged at her lips. This girl was little more than a naive dreamer.
She made a mental note to bring this up with Reece later. If he truly harbored feelings for this spoiled little princess, he needed to protect her from manipulative people like Aliza.
Her thoughts shifted briefly to Kristopher. It seemed he always had a knack for attracting cunning women. How had her own judgment been so poor, falling for the same man as those women?
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