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.

before, he had planned a surprise for her today, but upon arriving, a wave of nausea

phone was off. Spotting a sign for the hotel upstairs,

handed back the black

hall, turn left,

took the cards, and headed in the

the room, he noticed something odd—the number was missing a “1,” leaving an awkward gap between the “10” at the front and the “9”

didn’t bother with the shabby conditions. He opened the

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notice that the door hadn’t fully shut behind

His eyes darted

door, two men emerged. The same two who had been chatting with Aliza earlier

quick glance at Carrie, a flicker of regret flashing in

like him—struggling to get by, always at the mercy of bigger players—didn’t have the privilege

their eyes roving over Carrie’s face, her body. Their anticipation was palpable. The younger one reached for her, eager,

man slapped his hand

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