My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

It seemed unlikely that someone with her lifestyle could have independently earned twenty million.

And if she had the means and ambition to earn that much, why would she settle for a marriage of convenience for just two million?

Oliver, with a quick, regretful gesture, bowed his head.

“I apologize, sir.

It was my oversight.

I’ll look into Mrs.

Norris’s financial activities immediately.”

Albin, smirking, nudged Elijah lightly, his voice filled with mockery.

“Elijah, don’t tell me you got dumped! I’ve always said, women need affection! If you neglect them too long, they’ll look elsewhere… And now, here you are, tangled in complications.”

He stopped abruptly as he caught the coldness in Elijah’s stare.

Only then did he realize that Sandra was still present.

Albin glanced at Sandra, noticing that her smile had stiffened slightly.

“Sorry!” he exclaimed, playfully slapping his forehead and making a show of zipping his lips.

Sandra turned her attention to Elijah, her fingers gently wrapped around his arm, her expression one of empathy.

“Did I somehow cause your wife to misunderstand? I can clear things up with her if you’d like.”

A deep furrow appeared on Elijah’s brow as he frowned.

“What does this have to do with you?” he asked, his tone confused.

Albin, who had just promised silence, blurted out again, unable to resist.

“Oh my! Elijah, have you been living under a rock? Haven’t you heard the latest gossip? Don’t you see why she’s upset?”

Sandra ventured a cautious guess.

“Could it be that the paparazzi caught photos of you helping me out of a tough spot, and it spiraled into a scandal? Ms.

Campbell might have seen it.

I tried to squash the rumors as soon as they started, but with our public profiles…”

Her voice trailed off, heavy with a reluctant air of guilt.

Elijah expression softened, and his tone became unexpectedly tender as he reassured her.

“You’re not to blame for this.”

He then turned to Oliver, who was visibly nervous under Elijah’s piercing gaze.

“I’ve been focused on Ms.

Nash’s affairs all day and missed the viral news.

It’s my fault,” Oliver said, anxiety clear in his voice.

“I’ll handle it immediately.”

With a sense of urgency, Oliver excused himself to manage the situation.

Meanwhile, Sandra nervously fidgeted with her clothing, her eyes cautiously watching Elijah.

She bit her lip, her voice barely a whisper.

“Elijah, am I becoming a burden to you?”

Elijah calmly placed his phone face down on the table.

“It’s not about you,” he reassured her, his voice steady.

“She’s just upset with me, having a bit of a meltdown, that’s all.

She’s got nowhere else to go without me.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she comes back soon, suitcase in hand.”

“Marrying someone as influential as Mr.

Norris is a golden opportunity that shouldn’t be squandered.

Getting worked up over nothing?” one of Elijah’s companions interjected, raising his drink for emphasis.

“Frankly, I think women need to know their place!”

The room murmured in agreement.

“Exactly.

It’s all about knowing boundaries!” another added, swirling his drink.

“With Mr.

Norris’s status, a few rumors or even a couple of affairs are nothing to worry about, right? Is there a woman in the world who would willingly give up the title of Mrs.

Norris and ask for a divorce?”

Albin was about to chime in when he was interrupted.

“Which one of you is Mr.

Elijah?”

Everyone turned, spotting a delivery man in his work uniform at the door.

Albin, looking confused, asked, “Did someone here order takeout?”

A chorus of denials followed, each person holding up their phone.

“Not me.”

“Maybe it’s a mistake?” someone suggested, tilting their head.

“Or maybe someone’s trying to impress Mr.

Norris with a gift? I’m curious to see what it is.”