Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 126

Through the rearview mirror, Willow noticed the man tailing her in his car.

A slow smile curved her lips.

He wanted to chase her down? Well, let him try!

Willow tightened her grip on the steering wheel and, as soon as she pulled onto the main road, slammed her foot on the gas. The car shot forward, slicing through traffic with ease.

Beasley prided himself on his driving—he rarely took the wheel himself, but he still believed he could outdrive Willow any day, rookie or not.

But barely ten minutes into the chase, he realized he was badly mistaken. Willow handled her car like a pro. At the last intersection, he'd almost lost her.

By the time he snapped out of his surprise, she was already a car length ahead.

He forced himself to focus, shaking off his earlier complacency and pushing the car harder to keep up.

They hit another bend. Once again, Beasley was forced to admire Willow's skill as she drifted smoothly through the turn—he knew he could never match that kind of finesse.

He was still reeling when Willow floored it again, her car darting ahead like a panther, weaving past several others in an instant and leaving him in the dust.

When they reached the next intersection, he got caught at a red light. All he could do was watch as her car slipped into the traffic ahead, took another turn, and vanished from sight completely.

He'd managed to tail her for all of fifteen minutes before she lost him.

Beasley glanced at his GPS, then pulled over to the curb and dialed Sanford's number.

He quickly rattled off Willow's license plate and his current location.

"Check this section of the road—see which direction that car went."

After hanging up, Beasley turned his car around and headed back.

He might have lost her, but Sanford wouldn't.

He realized that lately, he only ever saw her on weekends. The rest of the week, she seemed to vanish into thin air.

Back when they lived together, he'd never cared where she was or if she'd come home. Even if Willow didn't show up some nights, he'd just assume she'd gone to visit family. After all, he wasn't coming home much himself.

He truly hadn't been interested in her whereabouts before. But now, things had changed.

Beasley frowned. "Westborough District? What's she doing out there?"

That area sat on the edge of the suburbs. To the west, there were nature reserves; southward, it led into the city's secondary downtown.

Was she headed to the reserves for inspiration?

It was possible.

After all, the novels STAR wrote were wildly imaginative and gripping—maybe Willow needed to wander for a spark of creativity.

Beasley saw no reason to doubt it. "Thank you, Sanford. That's all for now."

"No trouble, sir." Sanford's deep, reserved tone was just as serious as always.

After hanging up, Beasley glanced again at Rosamund's message.

But his thoughts drifted elsewhere—to Willow, that stubborn woman who refused, no matter what, to let him out of that locked room she kept in her heart.

Heh.