My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 662:

While she barely knew Marina, there was no way to be certain the woman wouldn’t act irrationally.

Despite her persistent calls, either the room’s soundproofing or the floor’s emptiness ensured no response came.

Her heart plummeted as memories of previous dangers surfaced. She cursed herself for not having Daxton escort her.

Drawing from experience, she reasoned that if someone meant her harm, they wouldn’t have bothered with this elaborate setup just to trap her in a bathroom. A more likely scenario for reputation damage would involve sending in a man to compromise her.

It was an overused plot, but its effectiveness in destroying a woman’s reputation remained unchanged.

This line of thinking deepened her suspicions about Marina — perhaps she truly doubted Carrie’s Morrison connection.

screamed to

realized with dawning horror that it remained in her suit jacket, now in the maid’s

bathtub. Scrambling onto the porcelain surface, she thrust open the window and shouted desperately,

calls across that distance. Leaning out, she calculated her options. The third floor sat roughly seven meters high, with

this height might hurt,

choices: risk her reputation at the birthday party and potentially embarrass the Morrison family, or chance a sprained ankle. For Carrie,

slipped off her slippers, holding onto the window ledge to steady herself as

was completely bare, and the cool breeze brushed against her skin, adding to the vulnerability of her position.

and with her long

was a daunting three