The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1440

Alex didn't speak. He just stared at the empty coffee table, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned a bloodless white, the raw tension numbing his hands.

A suffocating wave of anxiety tore through him like a wildfire.

He had flown halfway across the world, bled, and fought to pinpoint the man's exact location, only to have the prize snatched away at the eleventh hour.

The rumors were dead on. The man was a ghost, utterly ruthless and infinitely prepared.

In Ashford, he had slipped through their fingers time and time again.

And now, in his own stronghold of Penang, he had triggered a flawless contingency plan.

To orchestrate a mass evacuation under their noses without leaving a single trace took terrifying precision.

Alex took a long, stabilizing breath, forcing his raging temper into a state of icy detachment.

The heavy ache in his chest flared, sending phantom shockwaves through his bruised ribs.

He squeezed his eyes shut. When they snapped open again, the fury was gone, replaced by absolute, lethal calm.

Punishing his men wouldn't bring Harold back. It would only waste precious time.

He waved a dismissive hand. "What's done is done. Firing you right now won't fix it."

"Mobilize every asset we have. Tear Penang apart. Hit the private islands, the underground casinos, and every single one of his old contacts. I want this city turned upside down until you find him."

"Yes, Boss."

The two men nodded sharply, flooded with relief, and turned to sprint out the door.

"Hold on."

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