My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 87 Episode 87

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Elijah spoke.

His voice was low, steady, and laced with steel.

“She wouldn’t dare.” After a whirlwind of drinks that teetered between revelry and chaos, Elizabeth abruptly tossed the incomplete playing cards across the table as if they had insulted her and leaped to her feet.

“This is an utter disaster!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic.

“My brother knows I’m back! He’s coming to haul me out of here! I’ve got to escape! Sandra, stay put—I’ll arrange a car to fetch you.”

Before Sandra could unravel her jumbled thoughts to reply, Elizabeth had grabbed her bag from the table and vanished like a shadow in the night.

Sandra, left in a haze of dizziness and unease, sank deeper into her chair.

spun like a runaway carousel, and her stomach churned with

with unfamiliar men, the

one of the young men strutted

demeanor of a bargain-basement version of Elijah, all swagger with

in her ear, “Miss, I could

of alcohol, brushed against her

but the alcohol had drained her strength, leaving

her silence for encouragement, the young man became

thigh, his fingers brushing against

to older women and clients with unconventional

like

intentions were evident: if he could establish a connection with