My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 900

Chapter 900:

Smart philanthropy was a business strategy—a way to form alliances with other influential families. Their visit to the music association had been about establishing a foundation to sponsor talented children from lower-income families. And now, bringing Kyson here was about securing his family’s collaboration on building a library and setting up a scholarship fund.

Alethea sat beside them, sipping tea absentmindedly. Her mind wasn’t on business. Her eyes kept drifting toward Kyson, trying to memorize him—the sharpness of his jawline, the way his expressions had changed over the years.

After an hour, the meeting concluded. Kyson rose from his seat, said his goodbyes, and turned to leave.

The Hinks couple didn’t bother standing up to see him out. Despite his family name, Kyson was still considered a junior in their eyes.

Mr. Hinks gave him a casual smile. “Since you have other matters to attend to, we won’t keep you. Let’s catch up over dinner sometime. Our team will draft the contract and send it to you for review.”

Alethea was momentarily dazed. Without thinking, she blurted out, “Let me see Mr. Webster out.”

looked at her, nodding approvingly. “Go ahead,” her mother said lightly. “You’re of the same age—it’s

parking area, showing no intention of stopping—even as

curved his lips. “Miss Hinks, please, there’s

blush crept onto her cheeks. She tucked an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear, lowering her gaze slightly. “Mr. Webster, we’re friends now—there’s no need for formality.

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call you Alethea. And you don’t have to call me Mr.

his eyes. For a moment, he felt as if he were talking to

him. Even the smallest things now conjured thoughts of Carrie. Even in moments when she wasn’t

to his inner turmoil, Alethea nodded eagerly. “Kyson,” she called softly, her

the thought and slid into the driver’s seat. Alethea was about to step away, but something inside the car caught her attention. A gift box sat on the passenger seat. The lid was slightly open, revealing a stunning dark red

froze. A strange, sinking feeling settled in