My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 255 Albin had barely made it halfway through his walk when a burst of rain poured down unexpectedly.

Without a second thought, he raced toward the closest Norris Group building for cover.

“Albin!” a voice shouted, slicing through the downpour.

He swiveled, scanning for the source.

The voice called out again, more urgent this time.

Locking his eyes on the direction, Albin caught sight of a blue car’s window rolling down, with Camille waving wildly to draw his notice.

With no hesitation, he sprinted toward her, noticing that the passenger seat was already occupied.

Deciding quickly, he swung open the back door and settled into the seat.

Camille, who his cousin always praised as a senior, had been invaluable in helping his cousin find an apartment and navigate the complexities of studying overseas.

His cousin had planned a thank-you dinner for her, dragging Albin along as the financier.

That evening had sparked a friendship between him and Camille, leading to an exchange of WhatsApp contacts.

Camille handed him a clean towel, which he grabbed and used to dry off his rain-soaked hair.

The towel was lightly scented with what he recognized as Camille’s signature perfume.

With a playful smirk, he inquired, “What brings you here? It’s quite the coincidence, seeing as I didn’t drive today.

Mind giving me a ride home?”

“Cut the smile, Albin! My friend’s in trouble—we’re heading to the police station!” Camille replied, her tone shedding its usual levity for a layer of gravity as she filled him in on her friend’s predicament.

With quick precision, she explained the pressing situation involving Elizabeth.

Though Beverly, sitting in the front, didn’t know Albin, she caught the urgency in Camille’s voice and added, “We’ve wasted enough time already! Elizabeth could really be in danger!”

Someone named Elizabeth… Working with Elijah on a film… The pieces fit together so well that it left no room to think it could be someone else with the same name.

“What?” Albin sat still, frozen in place.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to Camille, clinging desperately to a fading glimmer of hope.

say

the imposing

of that ruthless Elijah

family have a strong connection with the Norris family? Weren’t you aware that he

eyes grew even

to Elizabeth?” she stammered,

frown deepened as she eyed her

to the Norris

her mind racing, “Well, when Elizabeth found herself

also showed up at the

only thought

for the

“Acquaintances.”

astonished by the serendipity of

a grave tone, he declared,

to track

rolled her eyes with

of his so-called perfect love! He’s just biding his time until Elizabeth is out of the picture, so

incredulous, “No way! If Elijah truly desired that, he would’ve accepted the divorce papers from

would he prolong

Camille retorted, a hint of mockery in her laughter, “Oh, really? And how do you explain Beverly

be right! There’s got to be some mistake,” Albin argued,

phone and hurriedly dialed Elijah’s

“Elijah, Elizabeth…”

cold as frost, cut him

you start meddling in her

chimed in, seemingly offering a lifeline,

agreed, “Yes, exactly that! It’s about

him again, his tone laced

capable, why involve me? Don’t drag her issues

click,

the conversation, making it impossible for anyone to

voice icy and expectant of the disappointing

are you going to help me, or should you

help you! Did I ever say I wouldn’t?” Albin gazed at his phone, his eyebrows furrowed

suggested determinedly, “Let’s head to the