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 not let

they reached the exit, the crisp air

soft, familiar voice called out behind Carrie.

the latest

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 long shadow at his feet, giving

contrast to Kristopher’s cold, detached demeanor that still lingered like an unwelcome ghost

politely at Camille,

no hint of surprise in his expression, only quiet certainty. It was as though he had known

calm assurance, but before she could speak, he added, “I found the

words sent a faint chill down her spine, her intuition stirring uneasily. The way he said it made her feel as if she were the missing piece in a puzzle

person to be so close,” he continued,

to get settled,” she said, gesturing toward the group of young talents whose curious eyes were darting between Carrie and