My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 268 Beverlys grasp on her phone tightened as she hesitated, her face a blend of anxiety and something unspoken.

Elizabeths gaze flickered toward her briefly, noticing the unmistakable signs of discomfort.

Beverly, Elizabeth began casually, her tone light but probing.

Youve been awfully silent.

Something on your mind? The question startled Beverly, who quickly shook her head.

No, not at all! Just enjoying the meal.

Its delightful, isnt it? Her attempt to divert attention was met with a raised eyebrow from Elizabeth.

Daxton leaned back, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.

Youve got sharp instincts, Elizabeth, he said, reaching for his glass of water.

Sometimes, the quietest ones in the room have the most to say.

Beverlys cheeks reddened, and she busied herself with her plate, avoiding eye contact.

Asher, oblivious to the subtle exchange, leaned forward with determination.

You know, Elizabeth, we shouldnt let these trolls have the final say.

Maybe theres a way to shift the narrative.

Something genuine, something people cant dispute.

Elizabeth sighed, setting her fork down.

Asher, its not that straightforward.

Public perception is changeable.

The more we push, the more it looks like were hiding something.

Daxton nodded in agreement.

Shes right.

strategy is to wait for the storm to

do want to redirect the focus, it has

had been silently observing, finally spoke

the public

speak louder

leaned back in her chair, her

laughing, seemingly unaffected by the undercurrents of

her there was more happeningsomething just beyond her

Beverly, who was now scrolling through her phone with deliberate

in her eyes, hiding

broke the silence with

else, Elizabeth, at least you have good company

of food, thanks to

a round

lightened, but Elizabeths

the lunch break wound down and the crew began tidying up, she caught Beverly sneaking another glance in her

softly, catching her

back for a moment? Beverly froze, her eyes darting

said,

of them alone, Elizabeth crossed her arms, her

Beverly hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the

what you mean, she said, her voice

casual demeanor contrasting with the sharp look in

Its okay, Beverly.

it is, were here

her tone

something happening, Id rather hear it from you than

and

have overheard something, she admitted, her voice barely above a

exchanged a glance with

toward the door as though afraid someone might walk

Its about… the script.

one youve been

Elizabeths stomach tightened.

about it? Beverly looked