My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1109

Drifting in a sea of thoughts, she absently pulled up her banking app, half-expecting the international wire to be crawling through red tape. But the moment the screen lit up, her breath caught—the transfer had already landed. Ten million. Just a string of digits, yet they felt like a heartbeat in her palm—pulsing, alive, whispering a promise of survival.

Back at the police station, Reece leaned over the desk, anxiety etched deep into his features. “Have you located Carrie yet?” he asked, voice tight.

The officer gave a weary shake of the head, exhaling sharply. “No. We didn’t have enough time. They’re on the move—vehicle keeps changing routes, always one step ahead.”

Across the room, another officer, eyes glued to a digital map of the city, pointed. “We caught a flicker of her signal near the coast.”

“The coast?” a third officer murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. “Isn’t that where that creepy old amusement park is? The one that shut down after kids kept sneaking in and getting hurt?”

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the city, inside a speeding car, Jacob was working the phones, trying to piece together any trace of Carrie.

nervous apology. “Mr. Dury, I just found out one of my newer guys lent a hand to your daughter a few days ago. He didn’t realize who she was. If anything went wrong, I take full

close to the chest, never revealing her true identity. The thug had thought she

to his boss to confess. Moments later,

“Relax. I’m not looking to make enemies. Your guy actually did alright. We’ve got another job, low-profile. Not enough hands on deck. I’d rather

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the Hinks estate if

of you,” the boss said as he

swallowed hard, then took the phone.

“Did you ever lay eyes on

hesitate. “No. Miss Hinks only had me mess with the hospital’s security feed and hire someone to pose as a guard—to throw her maid off the scent. But don’t worry, I know Carrie by face. She’s practically a celebrity. Can’t miss her—she’s