My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1045:

After some back-and-forth, they reached a compromise—Kody would see her to the venue, then leave for his meeting. Besides, the Morrison family had arranged for a…

A professional film crew was on hand to document the entire event, ensuring Kody could later watch every moment of Carrie’s performance without missing a beat.

The convoy itself made a statement. A line of luxury vehicles—together worth millions—was parked outside the Music Association, turning heads long before anyone stepped out.

When the passengers finally disembarked, their collective presence was dazzling, effortlessly drawing every gaze.

There was no denying it—the Morrison family possessed striking looks and an innate elegance. Even Luca and Kody, though older, carried themselves with timeless charm—one with the refined allure of a cultured gentleman, the other with the magnetic poise of a silver-haired aristocrat.

Across the street, the Herrera family arrived in a single Maybach business car—a gift from Kristopher to Bernie, similar to Kody’s car. The Morrison family had arrived in a fleet—three luxury cars of their own, plus a Porsche for the photographers and attendants—totaling five vehicles. The scene was nearly as dazzling as a celebrity red carpet. In contrast, the Herrera family’s lone car felt underwhelming by comparison.

As Kathleen stepped out, she shot Bernie a withering look.

“I told you we should’ve brought two cars. With all of us packed into one, people will think the Herrera family only owns this vehicle.”

The Maybach Kristopher had gifted them was impressive in its own right—more than respectable among Isonridge’s elite. Kathleen had planned to use it as a symbol of quiet triumph, a way to reassert her status among the socialites who had recently looked down on her.noveldrama

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She had hoped to send a message—that even if the Morrison family tried to suppress them, even if they were marginalized by Isonridge’s upper crust, the Herreras were still thriving.

Instead, she found herself embarrassed once again.

To make matters worse, those affluent women who once envied Kathleen now wore smug expressions. They didn’t necessarily support the Morrisons—but seeing the Herreras embarrassed gave them something to gossip about.

“Mrs. Herrera, your family really knows how to make every seat count. With such an expensive car, it’d be a shame to leave any space unused.”

“Maybe you should get a pet, Mrs. Herrera—wouldn’t want any seat to go to waste.”

“My family can’t afford something that pricey, but at least we’ve got enough cars. Even the housekeeper has her own for grocery runs.”

“The Herreras are treating their business car like an RV—saves on hotel rooms when they travel!”

Laughter followed, light and cutting.

A small group of well-dressed socialites stood nearby, their words laced with sarcasm as they chatted amongst themselves.

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