My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 850:

Both women turned to look at the screen. Camille. Marina smirked. “See? I told you she’d be fine. Now that we’re here, let’s pick her up and grab a midnight snack.”

But Carrie’s anxiety didn’t ease. Something didn’t feel right. She quickly answered. “Camille?”

A shaky voice, thick with fear, came through the line. “Carrie, Carrie, I’m so scared. Please come quickly…”

Carrie forced herself to remain calm. “Camille, what’s wrong? What happened?”

Before Camille could answer, the call cut off.

This time, even Marina’s casual attitude vanished.

She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, got out of the car, and walked toward the gate. Carrie followed right behind her.

Marina strode to the iron gate and pushed against it. Locked. The courtyard beyond was eerily dark. No guards. No staff. Yet the villas had their lights on. Faint laughter drifted through the air.

Marina banged her fist against the gate, shouting, “Hey! Open up! Is anyone there? Open the gate! We need to check the place!”

Silence. No one came. She had visited this place several times in the company of other people, but she did not know the process of gaining entry herself.

Carrie took a deep breath, her sharp eyes scanning her surroundings. Without hesitation, she slipped her phone into her pocket and reached for the iron gate. Her movements were swift and precise.noveldrama

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Marina, still trying to call for help, looked up and froze in shock.

A second later, she snapped back to reality. “Carrie, don’t rush! There’s an alarm system in there. My brother isn’t here yet. If you get caught—”

Too late. A blaring alarm filled the night as red warning lights flashed across the property. The once-dark courtyard instantly lit up, illuminating everything around.

Doors burst open. Several tall bodyguards, all dressed in black suits, stormed out. Their electric batons crackled with energy. “Who’s there?” one of them barked. “What are you doing?”

Carrie had nearly made it over when one of them grabbed the back of her clothes.

The next second, she was yanked down. She crashed onto the rough concrete, pain jolting through her hands and knees. Before she could move, more hands grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her back. The scrape on her palms stung, but she didn’t cry out. She clenched her jaw as they hoisted her up like a captured fugitive.

Behind the gate, Marina shouted, “Let her go! I’m from the Webster family! She’s my friend! If you touch her, you’re messing with us!”

The customers who came here to play were all wealthy and influential, and the VIPs inside had more or less shady businesses, likely involving very dangerous people. But the Webster family was a family that valued its reputation and always considered the consequences of their actions. They were completely different from those reckless individuals inside. Weighing the options, the bodyguards all knew which party they should fear the most. Besides, Carrie had climbed over thegate first.

No matter what, they were in the right. As for Marina, the Webster family’s little princess, they respected the Webster family enough to allow her to vent outside the gate.

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