My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 226

Chapter 226:

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“Fantastic!” Yara responded, her voice tinged with triumph.

With Carrie no longer standing in her way, Kristopher was now within her grasp—the prize she had yearned for.

In Ripples Complex…

Camille and Ruby had been combing through their connections, trying to trace any evidence linking Lise to the trending scandals targeting Carrie.

Despite their efforts, progress was painstakingly slow.

So far, all they had uncovered were marketing accounts fishing for clicks—no hard proof pointing directly to Lise.

Camille sighed, propping her head up with one hand as she scrolled through her WhatsApp contacts for the hundredth time, hoping for a breakthrough that refused to come.

Finally, she put her phone down in frustration. “I’m moving in with you for now,” she said, turning to Carrie. “Lise is unhinged. Who knows what she’ll pull next?”

Ruby, unfazed, stubbed out her cigarette and said calmly, “Maybe we should ask Mr. Norris for help.”

Camille rolled her eyes dramatically. “Like he’d ever help us.”

Ruby had heard a brief summary of Carrie and Kristopher’s situation from Camille the previous night.

While Camille dismissed Kristopher’s actions as shallow, Ruby wasn’t convinced.

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She had seen the urgency in his eyes firsthand.

If Kristopher didn’t care, he could have delegated the search for Carrie to his team, fulfilling his obligations without personal involvement.

Instead, he had been hands-on, which spoke volumes to Ruby.

However, matters of the heart were rarely straightforward, and outsiders had no place meddling in them.

Before Carrie could respond to Camille’s declaration, the doorbell rang, startling everyone.

“Who else knows you live here?” Camille asked warily.

“Probably just a delivery,” Carrie replied, rising to answer the door.

But when she opened the door, she found Kristopher standing there, still wearing the black shirt from the night before.

Up close, she noticed faint stubble shadowing his jawline, a subtle sign of his exhaustion.

His deep voice, though tired, carried a commanding note. “Come back with me,” he said simply.

Carrie barely glanced at him before moving to close the door.

Oliver, standing just behind Kristopher, stepped forward to block it. “Mr. Norris just came from the police station,” he explained. “They still haven’t found Nate, and this apartment complex has too many people coming and going. It’s not safe for you to stay here alone.”

Ruby and Camille joined them at the door.

Ruby was quick to back Kristopher. “Carrie, you should go back with Mr. Norris,” she said, her tone coaxing.

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