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.

once before, he had planned a surprise

was off. Spotting a sign for the hotel

quickly processed his check-in, handed back the black

turn left,

and headed in the direction the receptionist

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

didn’t bother with the shabby conditions. He opened the door and stepped

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the floor. His eyes darted around, scanning the hallway.

two who had been chatting with Aliza earlier in the

cast a quick glance at Carrie, a flicker of regret flashing in his eyes. Such a shame. A woman

at the mercy of bigger players—didn’t have the privilege of feeling pity.

too long, their eyes roving over Carrie’s face, her body. Their

hand away,

a room keycard and slipped it into the