My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 744:

Aliza’s brow furrowed with suspicion.

“But doesn’t Billie know the truth—that her daughter’s heart was donated to Omar?”

Kathleen leaned back in her chair, a cold smirk playing on her lips.

“She doesn’t know. Probably Kristopher is still keeping it from her.” Her eyes gleamed with cruel intent as she continued, “That’s exactly why we can use her. Billie will do whatever it takes to protect Lise, especially if she sees Carrie as a threat. And who knows? This might work in your favor. If Billie has to pick sides, she definitely won’t pick Carrie, who is at odds with Lise.”

The car’s engine roared like a wild beast as Arion sped down the track, pushing the limits of his machine.

The breakneck pace made Carrie’s stomach churn, but she kept her fear tightly locked away. Her fingers gripped the car door, holding on for dear life, but she managed to maintain a faint smile. She didn’t want to distract him with her nerves.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a blue sports car cutting across the grass in a reckless blur. Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze followed the car’s trajectory. It was heading straight for the track.noveldrama

“Arion! Be careful!” she shouted, her voice trembling with urgency. If he didn’t slow down, he would crash into it.

Arion’s eyes narrowed, glancing at the rearview mirror.

Torrie’s car was already half a lap behind him. He’d widened the gap, outmaneuvering his opponent on the turns. Victory was within reach, and he wasn’t about to let it slip through his fingers.

He calculated the risk, weighing his desire to win against the danger ahead.

Tightening his grip on the steering wheel, he asked, “Carrie, do you trust me?”

Her heart pounded in her chest. She hesitated for the briefest moment, her thoughts racing. But before her mind could catch up, her mouth had already responded.

“I do.”

Her words struck something deep within him, and Arion’s heart thumped violently. Fueled by her trust, his foot pressed harder on the accelerator, and the car surged forward. He calculated the angles, determined to avoid the blue sports car by accelerating through the next corner and skimming the edge of the track.

Whoever was driving that blue car had to be insane.

But just as he prepared to miss it by inches, the blue sports car spun suddenly, cutting into his path like a predator lying in wait.

“You lunatic! Damn it!” Arion growled, slamming the steering wheel in frustration. Left with no choice, he reluctantly hit the brakes.

The distance was too short. Despite his quick reaction, the car’s momentum carried it forward with an unforgiving force.

The collision was inevitable.

The front of Arion’s car slammed into the side of the blue sports car, flipping it violently.

Carrie’s body jerked forward, the seatbelt digging into her chest as inertia threw her against the restraint. If not for the belt, she would have been flung from her seat.

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