My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 743:noveldrama

Kristopher, still seated in the car, rolled down the window. His cold, commanding voice cut through the air.

“I’ll buy it.” He pulled a black card from his pocket and tossed it onto the ground at the driver’s feet. Without waiting for a response, he stepped on the gas and zoomed off in the direction of the track.

The driver froze, his eyes widening as he recognized the card. Bending down, he picked it up and examined it.

“A black card?” he stammered, his voice trembling slightly.

He had seen this card before—it was the kind Dariel Alvarez carried, the kind reserved for the wealthiest elites. No password, no limits, and an account balance that could easily exceed tens of millions.

“You recognize it, don’t you? Well, it’s yours now.

The money on that card is more than enough to buy several cars,” Oliver told the driver with a curt nod.

Without waiting for a response, Oliver turned on his heel and began walking toward the side of the track.

Kathleen stared at the flight confirmation on her phone, her blood boiling. Omar had already boarded the plane to Izrosa.

Her fury exploded as she slapped the cup off the table, the crash echoing in the room.

From the sofa, Aliza crossed her legs tightly, her fingers drumming against the armrest. Her gaze was sharp and venomous, dripping with disdain.

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“We wanted to use Omar as a pawn, but instead, we’ve helped him climb higher. He’s thriving because of us! That useless nobody is living a better life because of our mistakes. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have picked him up from the hospital. Letting him rot and die alone in that ward would’ve been better.”

Kathleen let out a bitter sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Kristopher knew about this before we did. Even if we hadn’t taken Omar, Kristopher would’ve. It’s not our failure; it’s just Omar’s damn good luck.”

Aliza rolled her eyes in exasperation, her bitterness deepening.

“Good luck? He’s a parasite.

The kind of person who brings nothing but misery to his parents. What’s so special about his life?”

Kathleen’s expression shifted as she straightened.

“Enough about him. You need to worry about yourself. You offended Carrie, and Kristopher’s devotion to her is unwavering.”

Aliza shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her confidence faltering despite the defiant tone she tried to maintain.

“What am I supposed to do about it?” she asked, her voice edged with frustration.

Kathleen’s gaze darkened, a flicker of malice igniting in her eyes.

“I’ve already spoken to Billie,” she said, her voice low and deliberate.

“She’s completely invested in Lise now. With the right push, she won’t allow Carrie and Kristopher to stay close.”

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