Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 125

Hearing Xander's voice snapped Beasley back to reality. He quickly masked any trace of emotion from his eyes.

By the time he looked up, his glacial blue gaze was as unreadable as ever.

"All taken care of?" Beasley sat upright in the airport's VIP lounge, waiting for boarding. His voice betrayed nothing unusual.

For a moment, Xander wondered if he'd just imagined the flicker of emotion he'd seen before. But of course—after all, they'd just recruited the top drone engineer in the field. Why would President Windsor be anything but pleased?

Xander nodded. "Everything's sorted." He handed over the boarding pass.

Their flight departed at precisely 10:20 a.m.

After a three-hour journey, they touched down at Kingston International Airport at 1:50 in the afternoon.

But Beasley didn't head for the office, nor did he return to Opal Residences. Instead, he drove alone to Cliffhaven Gardens.

He took his own car, waving off Terence and Xander's offer to accompany him.

Around three o'clock, Beasley's sedan rolled into the underground garage at Cliffhaven Gardens. The first thing he did was glance at Willow's parking spot.

Her car was still there.

His expression eased, almost imperceptibly.

He unclipped his seatbelt, stepped out, and strode toward the elevator.

As luck would have it, the elevator was descending. He waited patiently.

This time, he was here to make sure Willow let him out of the "doghouse."

Though the trip to Shelbourne City had gone well—he'd found the talent he needed, solved the immediate crisis—he still hadn't given up on tracking down the designer of that elusive micro-drone.

Just then, the elevator dinged.

He stepped aside, giving whoever was inside room to exit.

To his surprise, Willow herself was standing there.

Beasley's icy eyes flickered with shock.

Willow looked just as stunned.

Beasley studied her for a moment, then finally stepped aside.

Willow clutched her backpack and quickly brushed past him, making a beeline for her car.

He followed.

Their parking spots were side by side. Willow unlocked her door, slipped into the driver's seat, and started organizing her things.

Beasley stood just outside her window, looking down at her.

She buckled her seatbelt, started the engine, then rolled down the window to look up at him.

"If you don't want to get run over, I'd suggest you move."

With that, she pulled away slowly.

He'd half-expected her to try something petty—but to just drive off without a second thought?

Beasley couldn't help but let out a frustrated laugh as he stepped back, forced aside by her sudden departure. In the next moment, he climbed into his own car, determined to follow and see just where she thought she was going.