My Ruthless Ex Demands by Eva Blackwood Episode 325

Time passed quickly, and before long, the filming of “Agarwood” was almost complete.
Elizabeth’s personal life was going well, and her career was thriving just as smoothly.
The internet was constantly updated, and with the Norris Group’s meticulous efforts to clear her name, it became nearly impossible to find any negative press about Elizabeth. Those who had stumbled across the gossip started to question if they were somehow experiencing the Mandela Effect.
The variety show “Weekend Party,” which had been delayed due to the negative publicity surrounding Elizabeth, was now back on the schedule. Due to the lengthy postponement, much of the show’s content had already leaked to the public.
Elizabeth discovered that Sandra would be joining the show as well.
Elijah had been chauffeuring her to and from work nearly every day, but today, with him working late, Camille took the opportunity to step in.
As Camille arrived to pick her up, Elizabeth casually mentioned that she would be sharing the stage with Sandra on the same show.
Camille nearly hit the brakes out of shock. “Wait, seriously? They’re putting you two together? Isn’t that just setting the stage for drama?”
With a composed tone, Elizabeth replied, “The production team wouldn’t mind if we’re awkward. In fact, the more awkward we are, the more attention it’ll get.”
Frustrated, Camille smacked her steering wheel and exclaimed, “They’re so desperate for ratings. This kind of stunt is just ridiculous.”
Feeling the weight of her outburst, she softly ran her fingers over the steering wheel of her pink Maserati—a gorgeous gift from Albin. The frustration began to fade, replaced by a pang of guilt.
Fate had a funny way of working, bringing Camille and Albin—two people from completely different worlds—together. And somehow, their bond only deepened with time.
Bringing herself back to the moment, Elizabeth said, “It’s probably just a coincidence. The filming and release schedules for ‘Blazing Sun’ and ‘Agarwood’ are pretty similar, so they likely both want to promote their shows on ‘Weekend Party.'”
Camille tilted her head curiously. “So, are you actually going to do it?”
With a casual shrug, Elizabeth responded, “I gave my word to Mr. Rodgers. A lot of people have put in effort to support me, so backing out isn’t an option. Besides, the entertainment world is tiny. If I keep dodging her, I might as well give up on this career altogether.”
Camille nodded in agreement. “Right. She’s the one who should be sweating, not you.”
She clicked her seatbelt into place with a grin. “Let me spoil you, Elizabeth! How about we go grab you a stunning outfit so you can totally steal the spotlight on the show?”
Elizabeth waved her hand, brushing off the idea. “I just wanted a quiet dinner with you. No need to splurge on clothes. Elijah has already sent me a ton of designer outfits from the boutique. I’ll just grab something from those.”
Camille clicked her tongue in playful disapproval. “You’re giving off that all-too-familiar lovebird vibe; you just can’t help talking about Elijah.”
Elizabeth shot back, calm but with a hint of sharpness, “I’m just stating the truth. Love-struck people see everyone else as love-struck too.”
Camille threw her hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Let’s not fight over who’s more head-over-heels.”
Elizabeth smirked, not letting up. “Nope, you’re the one who’s more smitten.”
Camille flashed a playful smile and gave in. “Okay, okay, you win.”
She couldn’t help but smile to herself, realizing how endearingly childish Elizabeth had become since reconciling with Elijah.
The drive to the mall was filled with laughter and casual conversation.
The mall was alive with energy, crowded with people as dinner time approached.
Out of nowhere, a figure rushed toward them, and with a loud thud, someone dropped to their knees in front of Elizabeth.
A crowd of onlookers quickly gathered, whispering among themselves, “What’s happening here?”
Elizabeth instinctively took a step back and, squinting for a better look, recognized Ms. Sandra—the woman she hadn’t seen in quite some time.