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.

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 responsibility. I’ll have him return the extra cash today. Feel

The thug had thought she was

clicked. Panic set in. He ran straight to his boss to confess. Moments later, Jacob’s

the man’s panic. “Relax. I’m not looking to make enemies. Your guy actually did alright. We’ve got

available at

yours to use however you like—even keep him at the Hinks estate if needed.” He knew full well that one word from the Hinks family could end his guy’s career—or his life. A favor, though? That was gold. Sacrificing one pawn was a small price to

you,” the boss said as he passed the phone to the subordinate, whose

then took the phone. “Mr.

you ever

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