My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 203:

“I thought she was just a pretty face. Turns out she’s a snake. Asher helped her, and now she’s exploiting him for clout. Who would dare help anyone after this?”

“This whole thing is so fake. My gym buddy and I look closer in selfies!”

“Miss, we’re here,” the taxi driver said, pulling her from her thoughts.

Carrie looked up and immediately noticed a few figures lingering suspiciously near her apartment building. Her heart sank. Were the fans this good at playing detective? They had already tracked her down this quickly.

“Sir,” she said wearily, rubbing her temples, “could you take me to the underground garage instead?”

The taxi glided into the underground garage, and Carrie stepped out, walking briskly toward the elevator. Her steps faltered when two unfamiliar figures—a man and a woman—stepped into her path, blocking the way.

Startled, Carrie looked up at the pair. They appeared to be in their early thirties, both wearing disarming smiles. The woman spoke first, her tone warm and reassuring.

“Hello, Ms. Campbell. Ruby sent us to pick you up. There are Asher’s fans upstairs and downstairs. It’s not safe for you to go home right now. Facing them directly could make things worse.”

Carrie instinctively took a step back, her guard up. “How did you know I was coming through the garage? Ruby knows I don’t own a car.”

The woman chuckled lightly, brushing off the question. “We couldn’t have predicted it. But Nathan Films provides cars for its stars, so we assumed you’d use one of those.” She gestured toward a sleek black Lexus parked nearby.

Due to a previous collaboration, Nathan Films had replaced most of the stars’ cars with this brand.

The man stepped forward with a polite smile. “Asher contacted Ruby. She’s handling a PR crisis. We were sent to ensure your safety. We couldn’t reach you on our way here. So one of us waited on the first floor, and the other near your apartment.”

Hearing Asher’s name eased some of Carrie’s tension. She nodded slightly. “Are we heading to the company? What happens next?”noveldrama

The woman smiled again. “We’re not sure either.”

“Ruby will explain everything. We’re just here to escort you.”

As they walked toward the car, Carrie casually asked, “What are your roles at the company? How should I address you?”

The woman opened the car door smoothly. “I’m Lise’s manager, and he’s with PR.”

Lise?

A chill ran down Carrie’s spine. She stopped abruptly, taking a wary step back. “Who are you really?”

The woman blinked in feigned confusion. “Ms. Campbell, what do you mean?”

Carrie’s gaze shifted to the driver—a burly man with a face marred by scars and tattoos creeping up his neck.

“Nothing,” Carrie replied, her voice steady despite her pounding heart. “But I think I’ll call Ruby to confirm.” She turned to walk away, but the man grabbed her arm forcefully, yanking her toward the car.

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