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."

The man was a cancer. Until he was wiped out, none of them would ever be safe.

Alex turned away from the window, locking himself in the bedroom. He didn't want to see anyone.

He had promised Dani he would finish this. He had promised he would drag the bastard to hell. But with Harold gone, that promise felt like a fragile lie.

He dreaded the thought of seeing the worry in her eyes or hearing the crushing disappointment in her voice.

The bedroom was dead silent, save for the rain and the slow, heavy rasp of his breathing.

He sat against the headboard, staring blankly at a photo of Dani, completely paralyzed by the weight of his failure.

An eternity later, a knock at the door broke the silence. Lin's voice carried through the wood. "Boss, Captain Qin's team is here. They just pulled up downstairs."