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.

had planned a surprise for her today, but upon

a

the black

down the hall, turn left, second to

nothing, took the cards, and headed in the direction the receptionist

a “1,” leaving an awkward gap between the “10” at

He opened the door and stepped inside

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rush, he failed to notice that the

Carrie’s unconscious body before she could slump to the floor. His eyes darted around,

door, two men emerged. The same two who had been

flashing in his eyes. Such a

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

two men lingered a little too long, their eyes roving over Carrie’s face, her body. Their anticipation was

slapped his hand away, giving him

a room keycard and slipped it into the