Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 135

Beasley had barely sat down and taken a sip of water when his phone buzzed again.

This time, it was his assistant.

He slid his long fingers across the screen and held the phone to his ear, his voice calm and even. "What is it?"

Xander spoke up. "President Windsor, there's just too much chatter online about you and Miss Sheffield—the video is everywhere. We can't keep up with deleting posts, and every time we remove it from trending, it pops back up again."

Xander caught himself just in time, barely avoiding a slip of the tongue, but he was still nervous, half-expecting Beasley to scold him.

Beasley, however, didn't react at all to Xander's earlier near-mistake. In fact, he sounded unbothered. "Just let it be for now. Give it some time and the buzz will die down on its own."

On the other end, Xander blinked, thinking he must have misheard. He asked carefully, "You mean… you want to leave everything as it is? Not do anything about the trending posts?"

"Right." Beasley's tone was light, but his answer was certain.

Now Xander was sure he hadn't misunderstood. "Alright, President Windsor. I won't disturb your rest further."

After hanging up, Beasley cradled his water glass and leaned back comfortably against the couch, utterly at ease.

He'd thought he would hate people knowing about his relationship with Willow. But now that it was out in the open, he realized it didn't bother him as much as he'd imagined.

Was this what people meant by "letting the chips fall where they may"? Or maybe it was just acceptance—rolling with whatever came his way.

He found himself wondering how Willow was feeling right now. Was she happy? Or…?

Beasley caught himself. Why was he wasting time thinking about something so trivial? He frowned, annoyed at his own distraction.

Anyway, the confidentiality agreement was clear: she couldn't tell anyone about their divorce. If she broke the agreement, she'd owe him three hundred million dollars and would have to return Baycrest Villas. And that clause only applied to her.

The terms were so outrageous, Beasley had assumed Willow would never sign. But she'd only requested one addition: both sets of parents had to be told about the divorce. He'd agreed, and she'd never gone back on her word.

So, whether she was happy or not, the upper hand was his, wasn't it?

He'd lied to York. It wasn't because Evelyn wanted to act and had pestered him to find a good script that he started following STAR's work.

The truth was, he'd been interested in STAR since her very first novel was published five years ago.

Every year since, whenever she released something new, he'd be first in line to buy up the screen rights.

Now, only her latest book, Fleeting Shadows, was left. He hadn't gotten the film rights yet.

He'd sent someone to negotiate at the beginning of last month, but so far, no luck.

Other companies had tried as well, and every last one had been turned down.

Maybe STAR had her own plans for the story.

Beasley glanced back at the phone, still charging, and couldn't help but curse under his breath. Five minutes had never felt so damn long.