My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 200:

“Go clean up. Don’t let your mess ruin my suit,” he said, exhaling a puff of smoke as he waved her away.

The girl left the room with a strained smile, but as soon as she was out of earshot, she muttered under her breath, “Cheapskate.”

In a club as upscale as this, tips like his were laughable.

Her thoughts wandered to Kristopher—unapproachable, composed, and disinterested in women like her—but always generous.

Getting picked by Nate Crawford tonight was rotten luck.

She looked at her alcohol-soaked dress, which had cost more than his stingy tip.

Inside the room, the conversation shifted. A sleazy man with shifty eyes leaned forward, his arm slung casually around a girl as he sneered, “Nate, you’re a genius.”noveldrama

“That knight-in-shining-armor act was pure brilliance!” His eyes were so small they were mere slits, giving him a shifty look.

Nate leaned back, shrugging off his jacket with a smirk. “Please. I don’t waste time on elaborate schemes.”

Another man chimed in, “Still, you played it perfectly. Hell, we even called the cops so she wouldn’t think it was staged.”

This man, Nate’s childhood friend and head of his family’s security team, chuckled knowingly. He had been in Foxfire County with Nate during the incident.

“I’ll admit, I went there with other intentions,” Nate said, downing the last of his whiskey. “Thought I’d have my fun, leave her behind, and move on. Like I’d ever marry someone like that.”

He set his glass down with a sharp clink. “But then I found her staying at a government-run inn, surrounded by people. No privacy. Then, by some twist of fate, I stumbled across her getting cornered by some thugs. Perfect opportunity to play hero. Thought maybe she’d soften up.” His jaw clenched. “Instead, she treated me like the enemy.”

One of the men snickered. “Still holding onto the Norris name, huh? Now that Lise is back, Carrie’s just waiting to be thrown out.”

Nate’s gaze darkened. “If she doesn’t appreciate my kindness, she’ll regret it. Sometimes, people need to learn the hard way.”

The thought of forcing Carrie into submission made his blood simmer.

Without warning, he turned toward the girl beside him, ripping her dress open as he dragged her onto the sofa.

The others averted their eyes, unfazed by the scene. Conversations resumed as if nothing had happened, their voices and the pulsing background music drowning out the vulgar display.

The next day.

Film set.

At the film location, Carrie stepped out of her car and was immediately surrounded by her colleagues. “Carrie, you’re finally here!”

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