My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 922:

Jenesis tapped her fingernail against the window and added, “Furthermore, I’ve heard rumors that the Hinks family intends to arrange a marriage between this adopted daughter and Kyson.”

“Just an adopted daughter.” Jenesis extracted a sleek tube of lipstick from her bag, twisted it open with practiced precision, and carefully applied the vibrant shade to her lips.

After securing the cap and returning it to her purse, she declared with authority, “There’s a banquet approaching in a few days. Take Carrie to meet Mr. and Mrs. Hinks.”

Arion’s forehead creased as he responded with blunt practicality, “Is such formality truly necessary? Why not simply gather evidence and confront the Hinks family directly, demanding an explanation?”

Reece cast a glacial glance at Arion before raising his hand to massage his throbbing temples. He grimaced. “This situation may prove exceedingly difficult to investigate. Besides, if we can conduct an investigation, couldn’t the Hinks family similarly conceal their adopted daughter’s actions?”

Jenesis elaborated, her voice sharp with conviction, “This time, it’s merely an award at stake. We must demonstrate to the Hinks family that Carrie holds a cherished position within the Morrison family. Regardless of their wealth, they must maintain appropriate humility in Isonridge. While in our territory, they must adhere to our established conventions!”

“Precisely. They wouldn’t jeopardize relations with all prominent Isonridge families over an adopted daughter. Furthermore, they arrived in Isonridge seeking their relative. Perhaps we could begin our inquiry there…” Reece shifted his gaze toward the car window, his eyes piercing the darkness as if attempting to penetrate the night to reach the distant Hinks residence.

At the Webster family’s home, Kyson had learned about Carrie’s loss of the Best Actress award. He tucked away the congratulatory gift he had prepared and approached Manna’s bedroom, knocking softly against the wooden door.

Marina appeared in the doorway, draped in an elegant silk nightgown, clutching a floppy-eared bunny plush toy. She rubbed her drowsy eyes, suppressing a yawn. “Kyson, what brings you here at such a late hour?”

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Kyson addressed her with gravity, “Carrie and—”

Marina interrupted him with visible irritation, “Kyson, you’ve been fixated on this topic all evening. You weren’t even present at the awards ceremony, yet Carrie dominates your every thought.”

“Don’t mock me. That’s not my purpose for this visit.” Kyson’s cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment.

Marina responded with deliberate indifference, “Oh, it doesn’t concern Carrie? Then I’m returning to sleep.”

She made a theatrical gesture of closing the door.

“Wait.” Kyson swiftly extended his arm to prevent the door from shutting.

Marina arched an eyebrow playfully. “What matter could possibly warrant disturbing me so late?”noveldrama

Kyson spoke earnestly, leaning forward. “It concerns Carrie. I suspect she’s experiencing considerable disappointment. Perhaps you could accompany her tomorrow to elevate her spirits?”

“Absolutely not.” Marina rejected the suggestion instantly, shaking her head. “I’ve already established plans with friends. We coordinated this outing two weeks ago. I cannot simply abandon them now, understand?”

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