My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 373:

The receptionist’s voice climbed a notch in pitch, clearly agitated. “And what should I do? Wait for her to strike me? If she truly is Mrs. Norris

“Norris, then watch me crawl ten laps around this lobby and bark like a dog!” The security guards, swayed by her exaggerated vow, started to side with her.

One security guard firmly clasped Camille’s arm, urging her towards the exit with an apologetic, “I’m sorry, Miss…” Carrie exhaled a deep sigh of frustration and intervened, “Release her, please. There’s been a huge misunderstanding here. I’ll get Oliver on the phone right this moment. He’ll come down and sort everything out.”

“Call Oliver?” the receptionist scoffed, smacking Carrie’s hand away. “And who exactly do you think Oliver is to you? Why would he bother to come down just for you? Have you developed a habit of indulging in fantasies?” The phone slipped from Carrie’s grip and plummeted to the floor, shattering its screen upon impact.

In that instant, the elevator chimed melodiously, its doors gliding open. A curious, mellow voice floated out. “What brings you here?”

as they stepped from the CEO’s private elevator. Oliver’s eyes widened in surprise, hastening towards Carrie with a concerned expression. “Mrs. Norris, is your visit today to see the

twisted with dismay, Oliver commanded, his voice firm yet measured,

thumb towards the reception desk. “The receptionist reported

Kristopher’s wife! Kristopher, always caught in his own drama with Lise. Who’d willingly take on the charade of

awash with the stinging barbs Camille could unleash once she learned of her

scorn. “So, your esteemed Mr. Norris finds the time to announce his marriage on national television, yet

security guards blanched, their faces draining of color as they gestured towards the two men

We were just walking by, and now, we’re out of here,” they

darted away, casting anxious glances towards Carrie as they departed. Unbeknownst to them, this woman was Mr. Norris’s wife—a fact they had not anticipated. Internally, they sent up a desperate hope that this twist of fate wouldn’t further sour