My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 573:

The driver, unfamiliar with Kristopher’s personal life and hoping to cheer him up, offered another option. “It can’t be true that no one misses you, Sir. If you’re not keen on going home, perhaps somewhere more lively?”

Vaguely, Kristopher responded with a noncommittal grunt, “Mm.”

Taking this as a sign of agreement, the driver, pleased with himself, redirected the car towards the Oasis Club. Before joining the Norris Group, the driver had often taken his old boss to the same club and had noticed Kristopher there on several occasions. His former employer had mentioned that it was a regular spot for Kristopher and his friends.

Upon reaching the club, the manager immediately noticed Kristopher’s drunk state and suggested caution. “Mr. Norris doesn’t look well. Maybe it’s better to take him home.”

“He made it clear he doesn’t want to return

knowing glance at Kristopher’s slumped figure, leaned in, and quietly told the manager, “Mr. Norris is seeking company

concluded that Kristopher must trust the driver enough to have arrived at the club in such a condition. With that reassurance, the manager gestured for two staff members to

at Oasis Club, Kristopher sat slouched on the sofa, one hand massaging his temples while his patience ebbed

the driver hadn’t taken him home. Deep down, he knew the answer. Going home meant confronting Carrie’s cold

was Carrie who had transformed Bayview Villa into something different.

the driver’s earlier words: “Mr. Norris is seeking company tonight.” He considered the words carefully, his mind turning to Lise Nash. The news of Kristopher’s marriage to Carrie had been suppressed after the shootout at the wedding. This was done to protect the image of the Norris group. While more people were aware of Carrie’s identity now, to the general public, Lise was still believed to be

once visited Oasis Club, and her contact information had been recorded as a courtesy. It seemed fortuitous now, a convenient solution to

of the room, the manager quickly found Lise’s number and made the call. “Ms. Nash?” he began smoothly. “This is the manager of