My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 647:

A private detective crouched in the shadows, lowering his camera as a sly grin tugged at his lips. The intimate photos of Carrie and Arion on the memory card in his hand were worth a fortune—perfect leverage for Aliza.

After the auditions wrapped up for the evening, Camille took the newcomers back to the hotel.

Arion had been called away by the Music Association for an impromptu performance, while Reece, working late as usual, had called Daxton to pick up Carrie.

The Morrison family had taken an instant liking to Daxton and often tried to nudge the two closer together. Daxton decided to take Carrie to a newly opened private restaurant that boasted authentic Orkset cuisine. The owner, a native of Orkset, had already built a reputation for the richness of the flavors.

As they approached the elevator, the clinking of laughter caught Carrie’s attention. A group of young women, their voices high and animated, walked toward them. At the edge of the group was Aliza, her smile faltering the instant she caught sight of Carrie.

in luxury from head

an outsider desperately trying to blend in. Her bag—a basic, entry-level model from a luxury brand—stood out

on Carrie, her smile faltered, freezing in place as she came to an

head of the Webster family and had recently returned from studying abroad in Izrosa. She was a name whispered often in social circles, rumored to be the most likely candidate for Reece’s hand. Marina had always harbored feelings for

claimed knowledge of Reece’s girlfriend. She would not dare provoke the Morrison family herself, but she knew others might seize the opportunity, using it as a chance

“Aliza, why are you lagging behind? If you keep this up, do not bother coming out with

you know them?” Daxton’s voice was soft but tinged with curiosity as he noticed Carrie’s gaze lingering on the

her eyes, her expression composed and calm. “No,” she said evenly. “I

her response, but decided against probing further. Instead, he gestured toward the opposite hallway. “The restaurant