My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 444:

Carrie pulled up a chair and sat down with a shrug. “Well, they say any publicity is good publicity.”

Not long after, Lise took to Twitter, writing, “I have a deep admiration for Ms. Spencer’s work. I feel partly responsible for this plagiarism, as I didn’t clarify things clearly enough. I had mentioned to the script company that I appreciated Ms. Spencer’s style, but the screenwriter misunderstood my intentions. I assure you, this script will not be filmed, and I kindly ask everyone to stop targeting the screenwriter online.”

I also encourage all creators to honor originality.”

Her statement was a textbook example of subtle manipulation. While it seemed like she was defending the screenwriter, she effectively confirmed the plagiarism. Carrie wasn’t concerned about the online backlash; she doubted even Lise had foreseen this kind of mess. But with Lise involved, she wondered how Kristopher would choose to deal with it.

Carrie lowered her eyes, hiding the worry she felt. She knew that Kristopher’s usual approach would be to handle the situation in a vague manner. Lise had always been his weakness. Without meaning to, Carrie thought of Daxton. If she treated Daxton the way he treated Lise, how would he react? The thought barely crossed her mind before she quickly pushed it away, reminding herself that Daxton was innocent.

the night before, making it incredibly fresh and crispy. Carrie, who loved seafood, was excited to try it. But just as it neared her mouth,

herself to take a bite. The moment she swallowed, a wave of nausea hit her, and she quickly set down her fork, rushing to the side to gag. Seeing this, everyone set down their utensils and rushed to

“Carrie, are you alright?”

took the water Asher handed her, rinsed her mouth, and after a moment, waved her hand dismissively. “I’m fine. Maybe

a bite of the fish and said, “It doesn’t taste fishy at

“It’s actually quite sweet.”

“Maybe I just didn’t get enough rest. My stomach’s off, and I’m not really hungry.” No one suspected

authoritative tone, casually offered, “If you’re in a bind and need money fast, just give me a script title. I can pay you sixty percent upfront, and you’d have a year to finish it. Avoid taking on projects that could cause problems.

nodded. “Got it. Thanks, Mr.