My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 871:

Driving herself in her current dizzy state was out of the question.

She had just retrieved her phone, but before she could unlock it, a strong scent of eaglewood filled the air. Her vision darkened, and she collapsed, unconscious.

Meanwhile, upstairs at the hotel, Kristopher impatiently slammed a black card down on the front desk, demanding,

“Give me the presidential suite, now.”

The receptionist hesitated, checking the system.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we only have a standard room with a king-sized bed available.”

“Fine,” Kristopher muttered, massaging his temples.

Earlier, he had visited the Herrera estate to meet Aliza and overheard a servant mention she had come to this hotel.

from the club once before, he had planned a surprise for her today, but upon

off. Spotting a sign

quickly processed his check-in, handed back the

hall, turn left, second to last

said nothing, took the cards, and headed in

leaving an awkward gap between the “10”

conditions. He opened the door and stepped

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s．çоm takes you away

failed to notice that

swiftly, catching Carrie’s unconscious body before she could slump to the floor. His eyes darted around, scanning the hallway. All clear.

the men’s restroom next door, two men emerged. The same two who had been chatting with Aliza earlier

at Carrie, a flicker of regret flashing in his eyes.

a luxury he couldn’t afford. People like him—struggling to get by, always at the mercy of bigger players—didn’t have the privilege of feeling pity. It was

face, her body. Their anticipation was palpable.

slapped his hand away,

room keycard and slipped it into