My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 611:

Whispers floated through the air as onlookers speculated which entertainment company the group belonged to.

Carrie, well aware of the commotion they were causing, kept to the back of the group. She had come prepared, donning a hat, sunglasses, and a mask to obscure her identity. It worked—mostly.

With the towering boys in front of her, all over six feet tall, she managed to blend in like a shadow.

The boys, though young, were quick to impress. They eagerly stepped forward, grabbing Camille’s and Carrie’s luggage without a second thought. Their enthusiasm earned an approving glance from Camille.

She leaned closer to Carrie, her voice low but teasing. “See? Younger men are a delight—obedient, attentive, and so very thoughtful.”

Carrie shot her a sidelong glance, unsure if Camille was joking or indulging in some wistful daydream of her own.

cool, but Carrie knew she had

reached the exit, the crisp air of Isonridge

familiar voice called out behind

the

a short distance away. His hair fell just to his brow, slightly tousled by the breeze, while the hem of his dark coat fluttered softly. The light behind him cast a

in all black, Daxton radiated warmth and energy—a stark contrast to Kristopher’s cold, detached demeanor that still lingered

easy. As he neared, he nodded politely at Camille, offering her

of surprise in his expression, only quiet certainty. It was as though

her head, ready to question the meaning behind his calm assurance, but before she could speak, he added, “I found the

faint chill down her spine, her intuition stirring uneasily. The way he said it made her feel as if she were the missing

expect the person to be so close,” he continued, his voice low and deliberate. “And connected

broke in smoothly. “I will take the kids to get settled,” she said, gesturing toward the group of young talents whose curious eyes were darting between Carrie and