The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 289

With AI tech and the police sketch artists, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out what the girl looked like now. Finding her shouldn’t be much of a problem.

“I hope you mean what you say.”

“In ten days, call my lawyer. I’ll let you see your daughter. If you don’t…” Reese’s voice dropped, her eyes narrowing in warning.

“I will, I promise, I’ll call…” The words tumbled out in a rush.

Satisfied, Reese managed a quick smile before turning to leave the stuffy little room. She didn’t let herself relax until she reached the stairwell landing, where she paused to press a hand over her racing heart.

“Good job. You handled that like a pro,” George said as he caught up with her at the corner, his tone reassuring. “If we really get our hands on the evidence he has, we can finally take Grace down.”

Reese tried to smile, though it came out a little shaky. “Did you get everything on tape?”

George nodded. “All of it. But this recording won’t fly in court.”

She already knew that. Just because it couldn’t be used as evidence didn’t mean it was useless. That was why she’d gone so hard—mixing threats and promises until Alex said what needed to be said.

“It’s fine. Send it to me. I’ve got a friend on the force. With this recording, he can at least open an investigation. We’ll find something solid.”

They climbed into the car and pulled away from the shabby apartment building. George checked the rearview mirror, his brow furrowing. “We’re being followed.”

Reese twisted around. Sure enough, a black sedan stuck to them, never more than thirty feet away. The windows were so tinted, it was impossible to see who was inside.

“Grace’s people?” Reese’s nerves spiked.

She glanced back. The black sedan was still coming, scraping its side along a brick wall and leaving a long streak, but refusing to give up.

Just then, George spotted a tiny side lane, only wide enough for one car, with some old cardboard boxes piled at the entrance. Without missing a beat, he swung the wheel and floored it, their car squeezing through and sending boxes flying.

The sedan behind hesitated a second too long. Its front end slammed into the wall with a heavy crunch, headlights exploding in a shower of glass.

George kept going, weaving through three more alleys, then finally burst onto the main road and melted into traffic.

“Looks like we lost them.”

Reese slumped against her seat, letting out a shaky breath. When she finally felt steady, she pulled out her phone, found Roman’s number, and sent over the recording along with the photos Alex had given her.