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,

if you don’t understand,

could vanish, their silence a testament

the room holding its

an explosion, he drawled, “Writing scripts

you want to

an underlying fear

he offered

a friend

surpass what these companies

he wouldn’t mind investing in a film

scripts’ quality

finance their production as casually as he would

the screen lighting up

hesitated for a beat before swiping to

honeyed voice on the other end immediately

more scripts to keep my options