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Lise frowned slightly as she ended the call, but her mind buzzed with anticipation. Lately, Kristopher had been
increasingly difficult to see, his attention seemingly focused elsewhere. This opportunity was far too rare to
waste.
Draped in a sultry red slip dress, her legs elegantly crossed, and a slim cigarette balanced between her fingers,
Lise radiated an air of effortless sophistication and worldly allure. Lately, Kristopher’s presence in her life had
dwindled, and the once meticulously maintained facade of innocence in Lise’s demeanor had begun to slip.
Lise crushed her cigarette into the ashtray, freshened up, and meticulously removed any trace of smoke from
her hair and skin. She chose her perfcarefully, spritzing a subtle layer of Jo Malone's LBasil & Mandarin
cologne onto her wrists and neck, giving the illusion of a natural fragrance. It was softer, more delicate than her
usual seductive fragrances like Black Opium—a choice made to craft the image she knew Kristopher preferred.
After slipping into a white Dior dress adorned with lace embroidery and puffed sleeves, she inspected herself in
the mirror. The sweetheart neckline framed her perfectly, balancing elegance with the innocence she so often
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Without alerting Elva, she ordered a private car and headed to Oasis Club.
Meanwhile, at home, Albin stood in the kitchen slicing fruit for Camille, his phone pressed to his ear as he turned
down an invitation from his friends.
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“Albin, what's the deal? Are you in love, or are you her nanny now?” his friend teased. “And what's with your
girlfriend? She looks like she owns the nightlife but lives like a retiree, staying hall day!”
Camille, overhearing the comment, grabbed the phone with a glare. “Who are you calling a retiree? Just wait—1I'll
bring Albin out, and I'll show you what a nightclub queen really looks like!” She ended the call with a huff and
playfully smacked Albin’s chest. “This is your fault! You're the one who doesn’t want to go out, and now your
friends think I'm sboring girlfriend. You're ruining my reputation!”
Albin chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. “I just want to enjoy our ttogether.
Once we're married, and kids calong, we won't have this kind of freedom anymore.”
Camille's cheeks flushed, and she pushed him away, her voice flustered. “Who said anything about marrying
you, let alone having kids?”
Albin’s grin widened at her uncharacteristic embarrassment, and he leaned in to steal a kiss. One kiss turned
into another, and before long, the kitchen becthe scene of an unexpected, heated moment.
Two hours later, Camille and Albin finally arrived at Oasis Club.
At Oasis Club, Kristopher’s private room was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of whiskey and exhaustion. He
sat slouched on the sofa, his disheveled appearance betraying his turmoil. His suit jacket, worth more than most
people’s annual salary, was discarded, and his shirt hung open at the collar, revealing his toned chest. He was
indeed a sight to behold.
On the table, an empty bottle of Yamazaki whiskey worth four million sat beside a half-drunk bottle of 1982
Lafite.
Lise rushed in, her heels clicking against the floor. She made a beeline for Kristopher, snatching the glass from
his hand. “Kristopher, you can’t drink anymore!”
Kristopher’s head tilted upward, his heavy-lidded eyes struggling to focus. In the dim light, her features blurred
and shifted, morphing into someone he longed for more than anyone. “Carrie...?” he murmured, the name
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