My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 750:

Torrie approached their group with calculated steps, her arms crossed in a display of casual confidence.

Drawing near enough to speak, she fixed Carrie with a knowing smirk, her eyes drifting meaningfully toward the ambulance’s departure point.

“Was that the Mr. Norris from Norris Group of Orkset?” Her voice carried a deliberate softness.

“I heard my cousin has been spending quite a bit of time with him lately…”noveldrama

She paused for dramatic effect, pressing her hand to her lips in feigned surprise.

“The way Mr. Norris rushed to stop your car with such desperation—perhaps he wanted to ensure my victory?”

Dariel lingered behind her, adding fuel to the fire.

“Such a display of devotion, risking his own safety to impress his girlfriend’s family. Who knew Mr. Norris harbored such romantic sensibilities?”

Though Carrie maintained her composure, refusing to rise to their provocations, Omar’s earlier words had already planted seeds of uncertainty in her mind.

Torrie’s taunts now caused those seeds to take root, deepening her internal wounds.

The painful truth dawned on her—while she believed Kristopher capable of such grand gestures for Lise, she had never witnessed him go to such lengths for Aliza. Yet this realization brought another, more bitter understanding: from an outsider’s perspective, she had never been the protagonist in Kristopher’s romantic narrative.

In Orkset, regardless of his actions, people’s thoughts invariably turned to Lise first. Here in Isonridge, Aliza occupied that space in public perception. Even if Kristopher’s feelings for Aliza were tepid at best, their connection provided enough fodder for endless speculation.

Arion strode forward impatiently, snatching the tablet from Marina’s grasp to examine the figures displayed.

The total was staggering—over four million.

“That lunatic!” Arion muttered through gritted teeth. His frustration spilled over.

“Kristopher Norris must be out of his mind!”

To the Morrisons, losing a few million wasn’t a big deal—it was a mere drop in the ocean. What stung was the humiliation. Victory had been within reach, and yet Kristopher had snatched it away in dramatic fashion.

Arion couldn’t make sense of it. Why would Kristopher go to such extremes? Still, Torrie’s insinuations didn’t faze him. As a man, he had seen Kristopher’s reaction to Aliza firsthand.

The last time their paths crossed, Kristopher’s expression held nothing but disdain for her—not even a hint of affection.

Reece extracted a bank card from his wallet, holding it between his fingers with casual disdain as he extended it to Dariel.

“No password needed. Five million inside. Consider the excess a gratuity.” His tone dripped with barely concealed contempt.

Dariel, well-versed in handling wealthy clients through his entertainment industry experience, accepted the card with both hands and a practiced smile.

“Mr. Morrison, your generosity knows no bounds.”

Reece wheeled his chair before Carrie, suggesting with gentle authority, “Let’s return home for dinner.”

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Message from Noah: Nice wednesday dear ones! God loves you, and Noah wishes you all the best! (─‿‿O)

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