My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 698:

Aliza’s face turned ghostly pale, but she forced a calm front. Her hand trembled slightly as she pulled out a credit card from her bag. “Fine,” she said, her tone cold with humiliation. “I’ll buy it.”

The clerk, barely concealing her disdain, handed her the neatly packed dress and placed a card reader in front of her. “Seven million.”

Aliza froze. “What? Seven million? Seven million for a lousy dress?”

The clerk’s polite smile didn’t falter, though there was a clear edge of mockery in her eyes. “Today is a special launch event with exclusive discounts, and we’re offering 20% off. Technically, since you’re paying for damages rather than making a regular purchase, you wouldn’t qualify for the discount. But our boss is generous, so we’re still extending it to you.”

Aliza’s gaze darted to the security guards, their intimidating presence leaving her with no choice. Her face burned as she imagined Carrie and Marina inside, no doubt laughing at her predicament.noveldrama

Grinding her teeth, she reluctantly swiped her card.

The seven million wasn’t just a number—it was the money her father, Bernie, had set aside for her to buy a car after she passed her driving test.

Bernie had poured everything into his businesses lately, and if he discovered she’d spent the car fund on an ill-fitting dress, his fury would be unmatched.

She knew he might even cut off her allowance. She needed to earn back the seven million.

Shortly after Aliza’s exit, Carrie and her group emerged from the shop as well. Carrie, still wearing the dress she’d tried on, had decided to buy it. She packed her sportswear in a bag the clerk provided.

Nearby, Kyson quietly paid for both Carrie’s and Marina’s clothes without drawing attention to himself.

Carrie noticed the transaction and stepped forward. “Kyson, how can I let you pay? How much was it? I’ll transfer the money to you.”

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Daxton interjected before Kyson could respond. “I told you earlier I’d gift you that dress, Carrie. I’ll pay for it.”

Kyson smiled faintly, sidestepping Carrie’s offer. “I planned to bring a gift to apologize for what happened earlier. Besides, Marina visited you empty-handed today, which is already a breach of etiquette. This is just a small gesture—it’s nothing.”

Marina, unbothered, slipped her arm around Carrie’s affectionately. “I’m even willing to be the supporting character in your story, Carrie. Aren’t you willing to wear best friend outfits with me?”

Carrie tried to explain. “It’s not that I’m unwilling…”

Marina waved her off with a grin. “Good, then it’s settled. I’m starving, and didn’t Mr. Garcia say something about lunch? Perfect timing—let’s go together.” Without missing a beat, Marina hooked her other arm through Kyson’s, making them look like a cozy trio. “My brother drove here, so it’s all sorted.”

Daxton opened his mouth to protest, but Marina cut him off, her cheerful tone leaving no room for argument. “Oh, but my brother’s car doesn’t have enough room for everyone. Carrie and I will ride with him, and Mr. Garcia, you can just send us the location.”

She pulled Carrie and Kyson along, creating an image that left no doubt in onlookers’ minds: they looked every bit the picture-perfect family of three. Daxton hesitated, his displeasure evident, but seeing Carrie’s lack of protest, he sighed. “Alright.”

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