My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 872:

Then, turning back to the waiter, he snapped,

“Move. Before someone sees you.”

The waiter nodded.

“Okay.”

No need to ask questions.

He was just here to do a job.

Aliza had told him to follow their orders. So he did.

He hoisted Carrie up and started toward the back service elevator.

“One more thing.”

man’s voice stopped him. He didn’t turn

Miss Herrera’s money, which means you’re with us. It doesn’t matter whether you do a little or a lot—if this goes south,

The waiter didn’t flinch.

His voice was cool, indifferent. “A guest fainted. I’m just helping

he stepped into the

The doors slid shut.

lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly

surveillance cameras in the restaurant, but what about

of

to light his

mastermind, bro.

the hotel’s back corridors. Avoiding crowded areas.

the keycard from his pocket, glancing

the walls casting long shadows. Right next to

To his surprise, the

too nervous to