If she were really caught in bed with another man, the stain on her name would never wash away, no matter how much she tried to explain.
But she couldn’t afford to let them succeed. She had to protect herself—she had to protect Art.
When Karin finally came over to toast her, Carrie smiled sweetly, pretending to chat as she subtly switched their glasses.
Later that night, when Karin was taken to the designated room, her so-called "sisters" hurried off to inform Jared, leaving her behind.
She barely had time to process what was happening before her legs gave out, and she collapsed.
Carrie, standing in the shadows, smirked.
She had already switched the drinks.
Now, watching Karin slump onto the bed, Carrie walked over, dragged her closer to the drunk man, and slipped out of the room without looking back.
When Jared and his group burst through the door in a rage, they were met with an unexpected sight—Karin, half-undressed, draped over the man.
“What?!” someone gasped. “Why is Karin here? Where’s Carrie?”
Carrie chuckled from behind them. “Obviously, I’m outside. Unlike Karin, I’m not that desperate.”