My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1117

“Hand them to the Morrison family,” he said, his voice like steel. “But watch the police closely. No one tampers with this, no one takes advantage.”

He glanced at Carrie, still close, her presence grounding him. She was safe for now, but he would not rest until every threat was buried.

With a sharp flick of his wrist, the leader signaled the two men guarding the captive to move out of the room.

“We split our crew into teams to comb every inch of this place,” the leader said, his voice steady as he adjusted his cap. “The plan was to track down the woman who bolted. But then we stumbled on two other groups skulking around. Neither seems to know the other exists, yet both are hunting Ms. Campbell. One bunch looks like street thugs—cracked like eggs under pressure, admitting someone paid them to find her. The other lot, though? They’re different. Stone-cold, like assassins or trained killers. We worked one of them over pretty good, but he clamped his lips shut and gave us nothing.”

Kristopher’s brow furrowed, his mind grappling for a response. “Get them all to the police station,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Dig into their backgrounds quietly. See if we can uncover who they are.”

“Yes, Mr. Norris.” The leader nodded, then paused, his gaze shifting to Carrie, who stood pale and trembling nearby. “Should we call an ambulance from our hospital?”

in, flanked by police officers and medics, their footsteps echoing in the cramped

rested protectively around Carrie. A flicker of irritation crossed his face, like a shadow passing

hug was nothing in the grand picture. Without Kristopher, Carrie might have been lost

of Reece and eased out of Kristopher’s hold, her movements

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Kristopher’s arms, she had kept her emotions tethered, but now, seeing her cousin, the dam broke. Her eyes glistened as she crossed the room to Reece, her steps unsteady. All the fear she had buried surged

were adults, careful about touch under normal circumstances, but this was no ordinary moment. He pulled her into a fierce embrace, his voice

smoothed a stray lock of hair from her face,

watched, his eyes narrowing as Reece’s hands lingered on

in his gut. Why did they hold each other like that? They were cousins, yes, but distant ones, separated by decades. To him, they might as well have been