My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 300

Chapter 300:

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Snapping out of her thoughts, Lise shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, I’ll go.”

She had to go.

Unlike acting, variety shows relied on spontaneity and adaptability.

As long as she played the innocent victim, she was certain that Carrie’s sharp, no-nonsense personality would alienate viewers.

All she needed to do was sit back and let the public’s bias work in her favor.

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The house was unusually quiet.

Kristopher was away, and Carrie decided to take advantage of the peace.

Camille dropped by for dinner, bringing her trademark lively energy.

After giving Willow the day off, Carrie pulled out her phone and ordered hotpot delivery.

When the food arrived, they spread it out on the coffee table in the living room.

Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Carrie turned on the projector.

She scrolled through the streaming options before settling on a newly released movie.

As the opening credits rolled, Camille hit pause, waving her hand dismissively. “We’re eating hotpot and chatting—how are we supposed to follow a plot? Let’s watch a livestream instead.”

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“You’ve been really into livestreams lately,” Carrie teased, glancing at Camille’s phone.

She knew Camille had a hefty account, and the phone must have cost her thirty to fifty thousand.

Camille shrugged, casting the stream to the projector. “It’s just a distraction to take my mind off things.”

Carrie didn’t push further.

She knew Camille was still grappling with her situation with Albin.

Matters of the heart were too personal for anyone else to judge.

The screen lit up with a new livestream.

Camille’s eyes widened, and she jabbed a finger at the screen. “Wait a second—isn’t that your scheming sister?”

Carrie looked up, her expression hardening as Yara’s face appeared on the screen.

Dressed in hospital garb, her bruised and swollen features gave her a pitiful appearance.

She sat on the hospital bed, clutching a tissue as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I don’t know why my sister hates me so much,” Yara said, her voice trembling with emotion. “Maybe it’s because I took away some of Dad’s love… I don’t blame her for ruining my innocence, but now that Dad’s in trouble, I just wish she’d help the family. After all, half of Dad’s assets belong to her too.”

Her voice broke on the last sentence, and she covered her face, sobbing dramatically.

The chat was filled with oblivious viewers taking her side, calling Carrie vicious and heartless.

Camille froze mid-bite, her spoon still in her mouth.

She stared at the screen in disbelief before erupting. “What the hell is that shameless witch doing? She messes up her own life and then goes live to blame you for everything? Unbelievable!”

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Message from Noah: Happy Saturday! Enjoy every moment, relax, and let the good vibes flow. God bless you, and Noa is sending you all the best. (>‿=)✌

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