My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Chapter 613: She glanced down at her white T-shirt and jeans.

They felt too plain, almost out of place for what lay ahead.

Without fuss, she pulled a refined blouse from her bag and draped it over her shoulders, the soft fabric lending her a touch of poise.

The Morrison family residence.

Nestled in the heart of Isonridge, where land was more valuable than gold, the Morrison estate sprawled in quiet majesty.

The grounds resembled an opulent park, not as vast as the Norris Mansion but exuding an understated elegance that demanded respect.

Carrie followed Daxton through the meticulously groomed garden.

Their steps echoed faintly along a stone-paved corridor that led to the main courtyard.

The oppressive summer heat clung to Isonridge like a second skin, with hot winds swirling mercil...