My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Oliver’s voice immediately escalated.

“What? Nothing? Are you out of your mind? Two years of marriage, and you’re just walking away? Do you think I’ll let him get away with this? I’ll go to the Norris family myself and demand what’s rightfully yours!” Elizabeth’s head throbbed with an excruciating headache as she interrupted sharply, “Do you really believe Elijah is naive enough to overlook your true motives? Go ahead, pursue your plan, but should Elijah retaliate, don’t expect me to shoulder any of the fallout.

And remember the fate of the Seymour family!”

The mention of the Seymours effectively silenced Oliver.

The Seymour and Campbell families had a longstanding acquaintance, having once collaborated with the influential Norris Group through their connection to the Campbell family.

However, when the Seymour family attempted to shake down Elijah for additional funds, they found themselves bankrupt and ostracized from Orkset overnight, a stark reminder of Elijah’s formidable reach and ruthlessness.

Before Oliver could muster a reply, Elizabeth ended the call, decisively blocking his number.

No sooner had she done so than her phone rang again, the screen flashing a number she didn’t recognize.

With a mix of caution and curiosity, Elizabeth answered, “Hello?”

The voice on the other end was warm and refined.

“Is this Ms.

Sophia? My name is Soren Rodgers, CEO and creative director of Silver Elephant Media.

I understand you have someone in mind for our female lead.

Could we possibly arrange a meeting with you and the prospective candidate? What time would suit you best?”

Soren’s directness, underscored by an unmistakable sincerity, prompted Elizabeth to consider the proposal seriously.

She brushed away her swirling thoughts and responded with eager anticipation, “Sure, I’m available right now.”

With neither family nor romance to anchor her, Elizabeth had come to understand that life must continue.

Immersing herself in her career was her chosen refuge, finding solace in the stability that financial independence could offer.

After all, depending on others for security was a trap she was determined not to fall into.

Soren, devoid of pretension, confirmed swiftly, “Great, see you soon.”

Arriving at Hazelnut Time Coffee Shop, Elizabeth was guided by her navigation to this quaint establishment, steeped in tradition.

Its charming courtyard, complete with a small bridge arching over a gently flowing stream and a meandering corridor, radiated a sense of timeless grace.

Inside, the main hall boasted valuable art paintings and intricate crafts perched on the shelves, each telling a silent story of elegance.

An attentive waiter approached and escorted her with a polite nod.

Elizabeth was led to the Azure, one of the many color-themed private rooms, bathed in a light misty blue that promised tranquility.

As she walked, the choice of venue and the sound of Soren’s voice intertwined, sketching in her mind the portrait of a warm, sophisticated young man.

The rooms were generously spaced, ensuring privacy, with only a quaint vintage bead curtain marking each threshold.