My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 890:

Alethea, however, showed no sign of irritation. Without a word, she pulled out a black card from her bag and tossed it at the designer. “No password. Just charge it.”

The designer’s eyes lit up. She caught the card, her voice overflowing with gratitude. “Thank you, Miss Hinks! Thank you, thank you!” Then she turned to pick up the gown, hesitating. “Miss Hinks, should I wrap it up for you or alter it to your size…?”

Alethea barely spared her a glance. Her voice dripped with impatience.

“Why would I want something she didn’t wear? I don’t want it.”

“Then… should we dispose of it?” the designer asked cautiously.

Alethea’s gaze swept over her, a smirk playing at her lips. “I paid for it. Why should I give it to you?” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re not planning to resell it, are you?”

The designer quickly shook her head. “Of course not! We can put it on display—just as a decorative piece.”

she lifted her chin, her tone as sharp as ever. “Cut the gown. Right here. If I don’t want it, no

transaction was processed in moments. The designer picked up

design she had poured effort into—reduced to nothing but a meaningless display of wealth and ego. But money spoke louder than sentiment. She took a deep breath,

was easy. She worked quickly, shredding

lips. “Has the Morrison family fallen on such hard times?” Her tone was light, but her words carried an unmistakable sting. “You scammed me out of ten million last time, and now

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Alethea—but this? This wasn’t just about her. Alethea had dragged

slightly, her voice steady but firm. “The Morrison family is my family. And every cent we have was earned through hard work. Whether it’s something worth millions or just a single dollar, I value it. So tell me, why should I

land the way she had intended. To Alethea, it meant something else

of the Hinks family—implying she didn’t care

forward, closing the distance between them, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. “Are

Aliza stepped in. Her timing was deliberate. “Carrie, why do you always go straight for someone’s weakness?” Her voice was soft, almost disappointed. “Are

Then, in a voice quiet yet sharp, she spoke. “If you play with fire, you’ll get

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