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."

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