My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 637:

Carrie groaned, quickly grabbing Camille by the arm and pulling her away. “Stop it, you’re scaring him! You look like a villain trying to recruit a henchman! He’s just a fan who stopped by for an autograph.”

Glancing back, Carrie noticed the young man still standing there, his marker clutched in one hand, his expression shy but glowing. She gave him a small wave before turning back to Camille.

“Besides,” she said, smirking, “look at his outfit. He’s probably the heir to some wealthy family. Why would he bother struggling as a trainee in the entertainment industry?”

Camille arched an eyebrow at her. “Says the woman who left behind a life of wealth and privilege as the Morrison family heiress to start a business with me.”

Carrie paused mid-step, her lips pressing into a thin line. “…Touche,” she muttered, conceding the point.

Carrie and Camille stepped into the elevator. Unbeknownst to them, a man lingered in the shadows near the hallway, his camera hanging from his neck.

hotel where Carrie is staying. Guess who I saw her with?” He didn’t wait for a reply. “Young Mr.

know Carrie? Don’t tell me he’s delivering something on Reece’s behalf.”

seem to know each other that well.

followed on the other end. Then, a loud

at her home, Aliza had swept a crystal bowl off the table in a fit of rage, sending the glossy blueberries scattering

woman—one with no wealth or family influence—command

in obscurity, with no connections to speak

hands curled into fists. “And me?” she

my father a trailblazer in Mothor’s AR field. I am a rising star in the Music Association, a name that

words in her mind, his accusation that Reece was using Carrie to secure the Morrison family’s position in

family values about that woman, she decided she would ruin Carrie’s hands