My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 639

Chapter 639:

Jenesis’s lips curved into a faint, unimpressed scoff. She raised her phone again, this twith a new intent.

“Butler, send a helicopter to pick us up. I'm at the hotel where Carrie's company is staying. There's a helipad on

the adjacent building's rooftop. We'll head there now.”

She ended the call, her tone casual but her gaze firm as she addressed Oliver. “There's nothing in Isonridge that

the Morrison family can’t handle.”

For a moment, Oliver was rendered speechless.

As he processed Jenesis’s assertive move, he couldn't help but think, Mr. Norris is up against a formidable rival

this time. Not only was the Morrison family equally wealthy, but they also had a united, supportive family—unlike

Kristopher’s fractured ties, especially with a mother who seemed more of a hindrance than an ally.

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Oliver bowed slightly. “Sorry for the misunderstanding, Ms. Campbell. I'll take my leave now.”

Jenesis stood, her demeanor as composed as ever. “Let's go,” she said briskly. “The timing should be perfect.”

As Oliver disappeared from view, Camille flopped back onto the sofa, letting out a tic sigh. “Jenesis, he's

gone. You can stop pretending now. Let's just call a ride and get sfood—I'm starving.”

Jenesis raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “You think | was putting on a show for him?”

Camille tilted her head. “Weren't you?”

Jenesis shook her head, her expression sincere. “Of course not. It's just a helicopter. Most hotels and office

buildings in Isonridge have helipads. It’s far more convenient during rush hour than driving. Honestly, | wouldn't

have thought of it if he hadn't mentioned the traffic.”

Camille blinked, rendered speechless by the sheer practicality of her words.

Coming from a smaller city like Orkset, Camille hadn't seen such extravagance normalized. Even the wealthy

families she'd encountered—like the Murrays or even the Norris family—didn’t casually use helicopters for intra-

city travel. The lack of landing spots alone made it impractical.

Turning to Carrie, Camille gave a slow, exaggerated thumbs up. “Carrie, you're really living the life here. In a city

as expensive as Isonridge, you're casually hopping into helicopters just to make it to dinner.”

Carrie couldn't help but laugh, shrugging. Even though her family was considered wealthy, Camille could only

reach the conclusion that there was always someone wealthier, somewhere.

Outside, Oliver climbed into a sleek black sedan parked at the curb. He closed the door with a soft click and

glanced up at the rearview mirror, where Kristopher’s face was partially visible in the shadowed backseat. “Mr.

Norris,” Oliver began cautiously, “should we continue following them?”

Kristopher sat silently, his features unreadable, his fingers idly rubbing his temples. The tension in his posture

spoke volumes, though his voice was soft and composed when he finally answered. “No. Let's head back.” He

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paused, his eyes narrowing as a cold edge crept into his tone. “But investigate how she knows Reece.”

Oliver hesitated, then ventured, “It's likely through Jenesis. Ms. Campbell's company hired Jenesis as a teacher.

She may have discovered Ms. Campbell's talent for piano during her lessons.”

Kristopher’s jaw tightened, his gaze hardening as his voice dropped further, colder than before. “Even the

Morrison family can’t interfere,” he muttered darkly.

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