My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 167 Elijah’s eyes flickered, the glint of a memory stirring.

“Did you make that 22 million in your account from writing scripts?” he asked, his tone halfway between curiosity and disbelief.

Elizabeth responded with nothing more than a nonchalant hum, a sound so casual it bordered on dismissive.

The arrogant tone from an earlier voice message echoed in Elijah’s mind, his annoyance simmering beneath the surface.

A company producing over-the-top dramas seemed beneath contempt.

The fact that Elizabeth, being his wife, was reduced to being bossed around was a source of profound embarrassment for him.

His dissatisfaction etched itself across his features.

“Let’s be clear,” he said, his voice cutting through the tension, “Have I ever been stingy with money? Why degrade yourself by writing such trashy scripts?”

Fury erupted within Elizabeth.

Why was his profession deemed prestigious while hers was viewed as self-degradation?

her retort sharp and unyielding, “Everything I write is my

if you don’t understand, you will

they could vanish, their silence

paused, the room holding

everyone expected an explosion, he drawled, “Writing scripts is

to

betrayed an underlying fear that

he offered

a friend who needs scripts

payment will definitely surpass what these

Elizabeth agreed, he wouldn’t mind

scripts’ quality

as casually as he would purchase a designer bag

the screen lighting

a beat

on the other end immediately spilled

more scripts to keep my