My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Leaning against the table, Asher inquired casually, “And the second matter?” “Bowman Group, our primary ‘Agarwood’ sponsor, is hosting a banquet this weekend,” Soren continued. “Asher, would you care to make an appearance?” Asher frowned, declining, “I’m committed to an international variety show this weekend and can’t return.” A hint of embarrassment colored his next […]

Yet Carrie remained puzzled. Hadn’t Soren introduced her to Asher? Soren approached with a mischievous smile, drawling, “Asher, I’ve been holding onto a secret. Carrie is actually Katrina. I knew you were her fan, so I deliberately kept quiet, worried you’d be too star-struck to see clearly.” “What?” Asher’s eyes widened, shock etching itself across

Carrie, who had been quietly observing, sensed something brewing between them. Her suspicion crystallized: Asher seemed to have a specific agenda regarding her. With studied nonchalance, she responded, “I’m adaptable. Choose whatever you’d like.” Soren surveyed both participants, his gaze weighted with unspoken understanding. “Since you’re in agreement, I’ll select a scene at random.” Though

A multitalented performer, he had carved out a reputation as a superstar who excelled in singing, dancing, and acting. With his and Katrina’s names attached to a project, success seemed almost guaranteed. Even a newcomer in the female lead would be catapulted to instant fame—a testament to Silver Elephant Media’s commitment to quality production. Ruby’s

Ruby, as her manager, had to know eventually. With a dismissive roll of her eyes, Ruby expressed her disbelief. “Sure, and next you’ll tell me you’re married to the wealthiest man alive?” Carrie was momentarily at a loss for words. Indeed, she was Katrina Spencer. Determined to prove her point, Carrie retrieved the copyright contract

Kristopher turned away, his expression detached and cool. “You don’t need to bother yourself about her,” he responded, his voice icy, betraying no emotion. Lise’s words came out softly, laced with uncertainty. “Kristopher, is it true? Are you thinking of divorcing her?” “Divorce? I’m not planning anything of the sort,” Kristopher stated casually, pulling a

Lise interjected with a gentle rebuke, “Hold on, he was merely teasing. Don’t take it so seriously.” I suffer from a heart condition, so Kristopher tends to pamper me. I’m aware I don’t possess Ms. Campbell’s grandeur. Truly, at her age, she could go for something more refined.” Kristopher quickly assumed that Camille was the

However, a vivid red scar marred her otherwise flawless skin. Kristopher’s thoughts drifted to his grandmother’s renowned ointment, recalling how it had nearly erased his cousin’s severe cut from a sculpting accident in mere weeks. Time had passed, yet Carrie’s scar remained prominent, a stark testament to the severity of her wound. Carrie caught Kristopher’s

As Carrie departed, Willow lingered by the window, picked up the phone with a servile tone, and stated, “I’ve relayed everything exactly as you instructed. She appeared quite disturbed. She didn’t even think to confirm with Mr. Norris and just left, looking rather somber. According to her conversation with a friend, she’s heading to Evergreen

“How on earth did you wind up back here in the master bedroom?” Carrie, who had vomited and subsequently passed out, retained no recollection of the night’s events. She threw off the covers and stood up, challenging Willow’s interrogation. “This is my bedroom. What’s stopping me from returning to it?” Willow responded with a scornful