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.

that Aliza had picked him up from the club once before, he had planned a surprise for her today, but upon arriving, a wave

Spotting a sign for the

handed back the black card along with the room key,

the hall, turn

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

“1,” leaving an awkward

conditions. He opened the door and stepped inside

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he failed to notice that

to the floor. His eyes darted around, scanning the hallway. All clear. He let out two

same two who had been chatting with Aliza earlier in the private

flashing in his eyes. Such a

luxury he couldn’t afford. People like him—struggling to get by, always at the

roving over Carrie’s face, her body. Their anticipation was palpable.

slapped his hand away, giving him a

keycard and