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?

onto the sofa, her retort sharp and

you don’t understand,

could vanish, their

the room holding its

drawled, “Writing scripts is

to write, then

betrayed an underlying fear

he offered

have a friend

will definitely surpass what these

agreed, he wouldn’t mind investing in a film

quality

as he would purchase a designer bag

elaborate, his phone buzzed, the screen

for a beat before swiping

on the other end

a few more scripts to keep my