My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 853

Chapter 853:

Seeing Kristopher’s indifference, the man smirked and turned back to Camille. “Sweetheart, if you were hoping for a knight in shining armor, you picked the wrong one. That guy’s heart is colder than mine. He wouldn’t spare you a second glance, let alone save you.”

As he spoke, he reached out and ran a finger along Camille’s cheek, his touch slow and deliberate, his smile dripping with sleaze.

Camille’s heart pounded as she watched Kristopher disappear down the hall, her last hope fading with every step he took. Her throat tightened with frustration, but there was no time to curse his cruelty. She already knew what was coming next. All she could do now was pray—pray that Carrie would find her soon.

Meanwhile, Carrie was being dragged into the villa by several men. Though she hadn’t resisted, the bodyguards still treated her like a captive, their grips firm and unrelenting.

When Marina had mentioned the Webster family earlier, it hadn’t worked—so Carrie knew bringing up the Morrison family would be useless as well. None of the Morrisons were in Isonridge at the moment. If these people decided to retaliate against the Morrison family’s businesses, there wouldn’t be anyone around to make quick decisions. She had no choice but to remain calm. She had to think of how to negotiate with the manager. And silently hope that Kyson would arrive soon.

friend she hadn’t known for very long, was the only one she could count

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piercing scream shattered the

came from the end of the hallway—loud, desperate. Then, just as quickly, it was cut off by the slam of a door. Immediately after, only

settled in Carrie’s chest. That voice—she knew that voice.

my friend’s scream! You said this place runs

ahead of them turned

cross. A few months ago, a new bodyguard had accidentally offended that man. He had been dragged into that very same room and beaten so badly that he never returned to work. A few days later, word

his battered state? No one believed it was an accident. But the man responsible still roamed free, enjoying his nights at

bodyguards knew better than to get involved. The job wasn’t worth risking their

his expression and barked, “Don’t talk nonsense.

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