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?

flung her phone onto the sofa, her retort sharp and unyielding,

understand, you will

vanish, their silence a testament to the charged

paused, the room holding

everyone expected an explosion, he drawled, “Writing scripts is better than being

to

betrayed an underlying

offered an olive

friend who needs scripts

definitely surpass what these companies

agreed, he wouldn’t mind investing

quality was

casually as he would purchase a designer bag or

the

hesitated for a beat

other end immediately spilled

I was thinking—I need a few more scripts