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 ever. “Let’s go,” she said briskly. “The timing

letting out a dramatic sigh. “Jenesis, he’s gone. You can stop pretending now. Let’s just call

raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “You think I

tilted her head. “Weren’t

hotels and office buildings in Isonridge have helipads. It’s far more convenient during rush hour than driving. Honestly, I wouldn’t have

the sheer practicality of

Camille hadn’t seen such 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.

to Carrie, Camille gave a slow, exaggerated thumbs up. “Carrie, you’re really living the life here. In a city as expensive as Isonridge, you’re casually hopping into helicopters just to make it to

her family was considered wealthy, Camille could only reach the conclusion that there was always someone wealthier,

black sedan parked at the curb. He closed the 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 cautiously, “should we continue