My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 136:

Carrie didn’t wait. She shoved past Oliver and stormed out, her fury propelling her forward.

At the gate, she spotted Kristopher’s sleek Maybach parked smugly in the driveway. A wicked impulse seized her.

With all the pent-up rage in her body, she kicked the car door hard. The alarm screamed in protest, and a noticeable dent marred the pristine surface. Carrie didn’t linger to admire her handiwork. Feeling a flicker of satisfaction, she disappeared into the night, her heart a storm of emotions.

A Week Later

Foxfire County.

Nestled around Orkset City, Foxfire County was home to the storied Jade Lake, a site brimming with historical allure. The area had resisted the heavy hand of urban development, leaving its pristine landscapes untouched—a rare gem where nature reigned supreme. Carrie had once visited this idyllic locale with Kristopher during a project survey. The enchanting scenery had left such a mark on her that she wove its charm into one of her scripts, a vivid reflection of her awe.

Recently, Soren had caught wind of Jade Lake’s newfound fame, thanks to the ever-powerful internet celebrities. The buzz had nudged local authorities toward transforming the area into a tourist hub. Fearing that impending construction might disrupt their shoot, Soren made the executive decision to film the lake scenes ahead of schedule. “We need to pick up the pace.”

The makeup artist’s voice broke through her musings, grounding her in the present. Carrie nodded briskly and handed the woman a small box of candies. “Here, try these. They’re great for your throat and taste amazing.”

The makeup artist accepted them gratefully, unwrapping one and taking a bite. The film crew’s collective commitment to quality created an unusually harmonious atmosphere.noveldrama

By the shores of Jade Lake, Kristopher had rushed to the location upon hearing about potential tourist area developments. He had long harbored interest in this region, previously thwarted by government resistance aimed at protecting water resources. Yet, he had never truly abandoned his ambition.

Dressed in pristine white, he paused mid-stride, one leg elevated on a step, his gaze drifting contemplatively across the landscape. Sammy Gray, the person in charge of the development project, approached, gesturing toward a cluster of bungalows.

“Mr. Norris, observe—mostly guesthouses with minimal tourist traffic. Primarily accommodating business travelers, and even that market struggles. Recent landslides have devastated several establishments. The local population remains unaware of impending policy changes, still hoping for demolition compensation.” Sammy, typically a commanding presence, transformed into pure deference in Kristopher’s presence.

Kristopher remained silent, his narrowed eyes scanning the horizon. Their collective gaze settled on a woman in a white dress, walking barefoot along the lakeshore. Beside her stood a slender man, creating a tableau of unexpected beauty.

Aspyn Gray, Sammy’s ambitious daughter, followed Kristopher’s gaze. “Oh, that’s Asher Burton!” she exclaimed. “And the woman with him must be a starlet.”

Since that explosive argument with Kristopher, Carrie had poured herself entirely into her work, throwing her energy into the film crew’s efforts. As for Kristopher, he hadn’t reached out—not a call, not a message. It was as though the ties binding them had frayed into oblivion.

And yet, shadows of their past lingered. Lise’s Twitter posts occasionally bore subtle, almost coded hints of Kristopher—little markers only someone intimately familiar with him would recognize.

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