My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 638:

The results were encouraging. Eighty percent of the group had performed exceptionally, their efforts shining through in every detail. The remaining twenty percent, while earnest and hardworking, struggled with the finer points of technique. Yet Jenesis knew that with consistent practice and guidance, they too would catch up in time.

As the session wrapped up, Jenesis turned to Carrie, her expression warm but professional. “Carrie, you’ve got an excellent eye for talent,” she said with quiet pride. “The newcomers you’ve chosen are full of potential—and more importantly, they’re willing to put in the work.”

Carrie smiled, pulling Camille forward. “I can’t take all the credit, Aunt Jenesis. I wasn’t even here for most of it—hospitalized, going through the divorce. Camille and Ruby carried the weight.”

Carrie felt a deep sense of belonging as she reflected on her life’s recent changes. Despite the turmoil of the past, the Morrison family had embraced her fully, treating her as if she were one of their own.

Beside her, Camille—usually so carefree and bold—offered a rare moment of humility. “I was just lucky,” she said modestly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. “It was my first venture, and somehow, everything just fell into place.”

Jenesis turned her warm gaze to Camille, her affection evident. “I don’t have children of my own, Camille, so I treat Carrie like a daughter. And since you’re her best friend, that makes you family too. From now on, you can call me ‘Aunt.’ If you ever need help settling in Isonridge, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

as she leaned closer. “Thanks,

with galnovels .

embrace. “I hear you two love hotpot.

approached the seating area. It wasn’t until they reached the plush sofas that realization struck — none of them had brought a car. Carrie had taken a taxi, and Jenesis had been dropped off by Kody on

us up,” Jenesis said as they settled into the

dial, a deep, respectful voice interrupted. “Where are you

as she looked up, her gaze meeting Oliver’s calm and composed demeanor as

Carrie. Her eyes narrowed, suspicion radiating from her posture as she shot Oliver

past Oliver, scanning the lobby for any sign of Kristopher. The sight of his assistant usually meant the man himself wasn’t far behind.

to Camille, then