My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 857:

Several men were restraining Camille on the sofa. Her clothes were ripped, leaving just a camisole barely covering her chest. It was clear that if they had arrived any later, Camille would have been completely naked.

Camille’s eyes were red and tear-stained, her cheeks swollen from slaps, the imprints vividly visible. A blood-stained towel was stuffed in her mouth.

Upon seeing Carrie, a spark of life returned to Camille’s eyes, and she attempted to sit up.

Carrie rushed over, shoving the man on top of Camille. “Get out!” The man was taken by surprise and stumbled backward, barely managing to keep his footing. He took a couple of steps back to regain his balance, and as his gaze lifted to meet Carrie’s face, the fury in his eyes softened into a look of affection.

How could a woman like her exist? Her features were perfectly delicate, her demeanor distant, and the intensity of her fierce gaze only fueled his desire to claim her, making him yearn to be with her right then and there.

Before he could act, Kyson draped his coat over Camille and positioned himself protectively in front of the women. “Carrie, get your friend out of here first.”

Carrie removed the towel from Camille’s mouth, wrapped the coat around her tightly, covering her exposed skin.

Camille, typically vibrant and strong-willed, now appeared lifeless, passive as Carrie helped her.

Without lingering, Carrie quickly led Camille away.

The man watched them leave, then turned his scornful smile toward Kyson. “Who are you? Trying to play the hero in my room?” As he spoke, he pushed against Kyson’s shoulder.

The man was dressed in just a vest, his toned muscles clearly visible. In terms of physical strength, Kyson, a frail scholar, was undoubtedly no match for him.

The man’s push sent Kyson stumbling backward.

Yet, there was no fear in Kyson’s eyes as he stared at the man, his gaze cold. He tightened his fists, preparing for a fight.

Just as the confrontation seemed about to escalate, with Kyson cornered and in imminent danger, Britton intervened. He seized the man’s arm, leaned close, and whispered urgently, “They are Mr. Norris’s people.”

The remark was quite clever, as it referred to them as Mr. Norris’s people, not his women.

As the man hesitated, Britton’s gaze shifted toward Kyson, who was still standing there. Without hesitation, Britton told Kyson, “Mr. Webster, please take your friends and leave first.”

He had no intention of letting them linger any longer. The more they stayed, the more likely they’d say something that could escalate the situation.

Kyson understood. He cast a final glance at the man inside, gave a small nod, and turned toward the door.

He hadn’t backed down earlier—he wasn’t about to embarrass himself in front of the woman he liked. But now that Britton was stepping in, there was no point in pushing his luck against a man clearly stronger than him.

But just as Kyson reached the doorway, his foot barely over the threshold, a group of bodyguards moved to block his path. His gaze flicked past them to the hallway—Carrie and Camille were also being cornered.noveldrama

Carrie had Camille pressed protectively against the wall, her arms wrapped tightly around her, shielding her from the menacing figures standing in their way.

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