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 picked him up from the club once before, he had planned a surprise

a sign for the hotel upstairs,

quickly processed his check-in, handed back the black card

hall, turn

nothing, took the cards, and headed in

odd—the number was missing a “1,” leaving an awkward gap between the “10” at the front and

with the shabby conditions. He opened the door and stepped inside

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to notice that

unconscious body before she could slump to the floor. His eyes darted

The same two who had been chatting with Aliza

a flicker of regret flashing in his eyes. Such a shame.

always at the mercy of bigger players—didn’t have the privilege

little too long, their eyes roving over Carrie’s face, her

slapped his hand away, giving

keycard and slipped