My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 639:

Jenesis’s lips curved into a faint, unimpressed scoff. She raised her phone again, this time with a new intent. “Butler, send a helicopter to pick us up. I’m at the hotel where Carrie’s company is staying. There’s a helipad on the adjacent building’s rooftop. We’ll head there now.”

She ended the call, her tone casual but her gaze firm as she addressed Oliver. “There’s nothing in Isonridge that the Morrison family can’t handle.”

For a moment, Oliver was rendered speechless.

As he processed Jenesis’s assertive move, he couldn’t help but think, Mr. Norris is up against a formidable rival this time. Not only was the Morrison family equally wealthy, but they also had a united, supportive family—unlike Kristopher’s fractured ties, especially with a mother who seemed more of a hindrance than an ally.

Oliver bowed slightly. “Sorry for the misunderstanding, Ms. Campbell. I’ll take my leave now.”

as composed as ever. “Let’s go,” she said briskly.

flopped back onto the sofa, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Jenesis, he’s gone. You can stop pretending now. Let’s just call a ride and get some

“You think I

tilted her head.

head, her expression sincere. “Of course not. It’s just a helicopter. Most hotels and office buildings in Isonridge have helipads. It’s far more convenient during rush hour than driving. Honestly,

blinked, rendered speechless by the sheer practicality

extravagance normalized. Even the wealthy families she’d encountered—like the Murrays or even the Norris family—didn’t casually use helicopters for intra-city travel. The lack of landing spots alone made

In a city as expensive as Isonridge, you’re casually hopping into helicopters

was considered wealthy, Camille could only reach the conclusion that

door with a soft click and glanced up at the rearview mirror, where Kristopher’s face was partially visible in the shadowed backseat. “Mr. Norris,” Oliver began