My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 13 The delivery man quickly scanned the document in his hand and stated, “This is a divorce agreement, sent by Ms.

Elizabeth Campbell with instructions to deliver it directly to Mr.

Elijah.” The atmosphere in the room grew tense, as though an invisible force had struck Elijah and the others sharply across their faces.

The lively conversation in the private room suddenly stopped, replaced by a palpable, uneasy silence.

Eyes flickered between the people present, and each of them slowly lowered their gaze.

In the midst of the heavy quiet, only Albin dared to act.

Taking the folder from the delivery person, he returned to his seat and tossed it toward Elijah.

“Elijah, what did you do to upset her this time? She doesn’t seem to be joking around,” he remarked, a note of concern in his voice.

Albin was naturally curious about the contents of the folder, but even if given the chance, he wouldn’t dare look inside.

the unmistakable logo of a law

dim light, Elijah’s face appeared to vanish into

he grabbed a bottle of whiskey, poured a glass, and drank it down in one

he carelessly set the bottle down, spilling

1972 Macallan, worth 1.5 million—a price even the wealthy Albin couldn’t ignore without feeling a pang of regret

one moved to clean up

a moment, Elijah placed his empty glass down with a soft clink, his gaze narrowing at

just because of a missed call?” he muttered, his voice

The room remained still.

breathing seemed to soften,

her posture and gently took the

fault,” she

and those constant fevers that worry you,

casting her in a fragile, vulnerable

delicate hand over her heart, her apology