Female Novel
Chapter 2691
Camryn looked at Trenton’s swollen cheek and asked, “Did she hit you?”
Touching the side of his face that was slapped by Carrie, Trenton replied, “Yes, she slapped me. But I
stopped her when she tried to do it again. She went to see our parents and found out that I had them
transfer the family assets to me, so she came to settle the score.novelbin
“Camryn, don’t bother with Carrie. She’s spoiled by our parents, doesn’t know her limits, and needs to
face reality. Only through life’s experiences can she mature a bit.”
Camryn tenderly touched the swell and said with concern, “She’s just a lunatic, spoiled by Mom. If she
can’t protect her child for a lifetime and ends up raising a useless person, then she’s only harming the
child.”
Carrie was a victim of her parents’ indulgence; spoiling a child was akin to harming the child.
“Go inside and apply an ice pack.”
“Okay.”
The siblings headed in together.
Meanwhile, Carrie went back to her rented house, grumbling and complaining.
When she opened the door, she was dumbfounded.
There were strangers in her room, and not just one. There were over ten of them. Apart from a middle-
aged man smoking on the sofa, the others were all dressed in black, standing silently around the
middle-aged man.
Needless to ask, they were the middle-aged man’s bodyguards.
She did not go to the wrong place, did she?
“Sorry, I made a mistake.”
Carrie snapped out of it and turned around to leave.
“Ms. Carrie, you haven’t come to the wrong place. It’s my fault. I came uninvited and entered without
your consent. As long as I didn’t scare Ms. Carrie, it’s fine.”
Carrie was speechless.
They knew who she was, but she did not know who they were.
Ever since Carrie was released from prison, there always seemed to be unfamiliar people showing up
at her door.
Mrs. Clark was one, and now this unfamiliar middle-aged man.
“Ms. Carrie, don’t be afraid. Come and sit. I have a deal I’d like to discuss with you. I wonder if Ms.
Carrie is interested."
Carrie turned around, walked toward the middle-aged man, and asked sternly, “Who are all of you?
How did you get in?”
Her door was still locked, without any signs of being forced open.
Could it be that the landlord used a spare key to let them in?
That was simply impossible.
If the landlord did that, who would dare to rent from him in the future? It would not be safe at all.
“I have someone skilled in lock picking. No matter how sophisticated the lock, he’s capable of opening
it without leaving a trace of forced entry,” the middle-aged man explained.
Carrie replied, “Oh.”
So, there was a lock-picking expert involved.
“Who are you? How do you know me? I don’t remember knowing you, or even meeting you.”