The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1439

Penang.

A sudden, torrential downpour had swallowed the city.

The humid ocean wind lashed the rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment, blurring the glass into a foggy haze.

Propped against the headboard, Alex gently massaged the medicated patch on his wrist.

Rebecca's package had arrived via private courier earlier that morning, and the ointment had already taken the edge off the burning ache.

But the deep bruising across his torso remained viciously painful, screaming in protest every time he shifted his weight.

He hadn't slept a wink, his mind locked in an endless loop of his brutal fight with Harold.

Chen and Lin were waiting in the living room, supposedly preparing the morning intel report on the old port.

But today, the silence bleeding through the door was suffocating. He could practically hear the nervous tension in their breathing.

Throwing back the covers, Alex gritted his teeth against the pain and forced himself up. His robe hung loosely around his shoulders, revealing the faint claw marks on his neck.

When he pushed the door open, he found both men standing rigidly in the center of the room. Their heads hung low in shame, and the coffee table—usually buried in dossiers and maps—was empty, save for two mugs of cold coffee.

Their shoulders were slumped in sheer defeat, neither of them daring to make eye contact.

"What is it?" Alex's gaze raked over their tense postures, a sudden spike of dread hitting his stomach. "What happened at the port?"

Lin took a deep, shuddering breath and looked up, sheer panic in his eyes. "Boss... Harold is gone."

He had risked his neck infiltrating that hellhole yesterday to confirm the target. He had given them explicit orders to lock down every perimeter exit so the bastard couldn't run.

He had only taken his eyes off the board for one night to patch his wounds, and Harold had completely slipped the net.

The two men kept their mouths shut, taking the verbal beating without a word of defense.

They had left a skeleton crew to watch the port, severely underestimating Harold's ability to orchestrate a phantom extraction in the dead of night.

Lin's voice cracked. "Boss, this is entirely on us. We dropped the ball. Whatever punishment you deem necessary, we accept."