My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 681:

Marina shot to her feet, stepping between Carrie and the table like a shield. Her arms spread wide, her voice taut with frustration. “You! How can you say one thing and do another?”

Carrie tilted her head, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “You were the one who called me greedy. For the Morrison family’s reputation, I thought it best to follow your advice.”

Her words dripped with mockery, but it was her demeanor that stole the moment. A faint glimmer lit Carrie’s eyes, her beauty so effortless it felt almost unfair.

Standing in flats, Marina was at least half a head shorter. Carrie’s gaze bore down on her, teasing and unyielding. The proximity was suffocating, and Marina could feel the faint warmth of Carrie’s breath brushing her skin.

Marina stammered, taking a clumsy step back. She dropped her gaze, staring at her own feet as if they were the most fascinating thing in the room. “Sorry. I misspoke,” she muttered, her voice barely audible.

chair with the grace of someone used to being obeyed. She gestured at

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as always. The Morrison family had practically rolled out the red carpet for him, treating him as both a savior

eyes landed on Marina, who had shifted her stool to the far side of the table, clutching her plate like

up as she glanced over her shoulder. “Perfect timing,” she said with

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the situation with ease—Arion’s social media post from earlier had given him all the

a knowing smile with Carrie, their silent understanding as

deflected. “What did you bring?” she asked, her tone

With a polite nod, he

but only for a second before they dropped to the table. “Mr. Garcia. Hello,”