My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1100:

As soon as they turned, the driver spotted one of their surveillance vehicles idling near the roadside.

Without missing a beat, he tapped a message: Move now.

Two vehicles tailing one was way too obvious. Now that they were here, it was time for the surveillance vehicle to back off.

Backing off didn’t mean heading home to relax. It meant pulling off the main road and waiting on nearby side streets, ready to jump back in if things changed.

Kristopher’s car kept following the truck all the way to a quiet spot across the bay—an amusement park still under construction. Besides a few scattered workers, the place was practically deserted.

Recently, someone had anonymously reported the site for “illegal construction,” and ever since the authorities stepped in, most of the workers had stopped showing up. No security cameras either—perfect setup for shady business.

Of course, it wasn’t just some random concerned citizen who filed that complaint. That was all part of Alethea’s plan. Compared to finding a way to get Lise out, this part was easy. With enough cash, most problems could be handled quietly.

As they drove deeper into the area, traffic thinned out. Kristopher’s car started to stick out like a sore thumb. Eventually, the driver had to hit the brakes near a residential complex.

He looked in the rearview mirror. “Mr. Norris, we can’t keep following them. Barely any cars out here—we’re way too easy to spot.”

Kristopher was tense, but he knew the guy was right. There was no choice but to back off.

He wasn’t even sure if Carrie was in that garbage truck. If they pulled the wrong move and stopped the wrong vehicle, they might spook whoever was really behind it.

Along with the tail, Kristopher had someone hack into the hospital’s surveillance system.

Ever since losing his memory, he didn’t trust anyone—not even his own mother. No way he could risk using official channels. So, he brought in a hacker to go directly into the hospital’s internal network.

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They combed through every camera feed. The only footage they found showed Carrie and the maid going to the restroom to collect a sample. After that—nothing. Every camera in that area had suddenly gone dark. Whoever did it clearly knew what they were doing. Even Kristopher’s guy couldn’t find a trace of tampering.

The driver checked the map again. “There aren’t any main roads ahead. Just some old neighborhoods that all loop back to the main road. The only real place up ahead is the amusement park.”

Kristopher’s voice went cold. “Have some of our people cover the neighborhoods. We’ll cut through and head straight to the amusement park.”noveldrama

“Yes, sir.”

The driver spun the wheel and gunned it down a narrow side road.

Meanwhile, the maid had already called the police. She’d also called the Morrisons and told them everything.

They dropped what they were doing and rushed to the station. The moment the maid saw them, she broke down crying. Part of it was fear, but most of it was guilt. The Morrisons—and especially Carrie—had always been kind to her, more like family than employers. And she’d lost Carrie. In broad daylight.

If anything happened to Carrie… forget how the Morrisons would react—she’d never forgive herself.

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