Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 127

On the other side of town, Rosamund sat in the back of the nanny van, waiting—still no reply from Beasley.

Anyone reading her WhatsApp message would think she'd sent it off with a wink and a smile, but the truth was, it had taken her every ounce of courage to hit send.

In both her past life and this one, she'd never felt confident around this man. Not once.

She needed to be prepared, to cover every base, to make sure nothing could go wrong.

After a few more anxious minutes, her phone finally chimed with a new message from Beasley.

She opened it instantly. Five words: *Just focus on your scenes.*

That told her everything—she was to concentrate on filming, which meant the birthday party was something his grandmother insisted on, not his own idea.

Just as she'd suspected.

Rosamund set her phone down with a trace of disappointment, turning to gaze through the tinted glass at the busy crew outside, bustling around the set.

The glass was one-way; no one could see her inside the van.

She still had two scenes left to shoot tonight, both late-night exteriors. It would be a long haul before she could rest.

Next weekend, she'd be heading with the crew to Eden Spire for a month of on-location filming. She'd hoped that before leaving, she might at least see Beasley at this birthday dinner.

The movie would need another six months or so to wrap. If things went as they had in her previous life, it wouldn't hit theaters until the spring after next—the post-production and special effects alone would drag on even longer than the shoot itself.

Patience had always been one of Rosamund's strengths, but in this new life, patience alone wouldn't be enough. She had to use every advantage her second chance afforded her, and make sure she was the one in control.

The role of Mrs. Windsor would be hers, and hers alone. Anyone who got in her way—she'd deal with them, one by one.

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THE SIMMONS FAMILY

He strode over, and as he approached, one friend gave the young man a sharp nudge behind the knee. The man yelped in pain and dropped to one knee.

Now close enough, Emmett finally got a good look at the man kneeling before them.

"It's you?" Emmett's face twisted in a frown—disgust far outweighing any sense of surprise.

One of his friends smirked. "Told you you'd be interested."

He was the one who'd called Emmett earlier.

The young man finally looked up, eyes pleading. "Emmett, please—tell your friends to let me go. I swear I won't do it again!"

"What did he do?" Emmett's gaze never left the kneeling man, but his question was for his friends.

Both of them were old friends—trusted enough to know the ugly secrets in his family. They all knew exactly who this man was: the illegitimate son his father kept hidden away.