Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 154

The matriarch was fuming. Without missing a beat, she ordered the housekeeper, Nell, to keep calling Beasley's cell until he picked up.

Nell couldn't help but grumble inwardly—why was this job always dumped on her? Nadine was the one assigned to look after the old lady, after all.

Luckily, after only a few tries, Young Master Beasley's phone went straight to voicemail—he'd switched it off.

"Ma'am, I think I drained Mr. Beasley's battery," Nell reported as she returned to the dining room.

"Mother, Beasley's probably swamped right now. Let's not bother him anymore," Dorothy cut in quickly, trying to defuse the matriarch's temper before it flared up again.

The patriarch didn't look too pleased either, but at least he kept his composure better than his wife.

"Enough waiting. Let's eat," he commanded, and everyone quietly picked up their forks.

After dinner, Evelyn wasted no time in calling Rosamund to report that neither Beasley nor Willow had come home for the meal.

Rosamund had already rearranged her filming schedule for tonight, so she was resting at home when the call came in.

"Your brother's been buried in that drone project of his. I'm sure he's really tied up," Rosamund said kindly. "Eve, I actually prepared a birthday gift for him. Next time you see him, could you give it to him for me?"

Evelyn blinked in confusion. "Why don't you give it to him yourself, Rosa?"

Rosamund smiled, a little sheepish. "You know how packed my filming schedule is, and I'm heading out with the crew to Eden Spire soon. Beasley's busy too, so I'll have to count on you."

"Of course, leave it to me!" Evelyn agreed enthusiastically.

The two chatted for a while longer before finally hanging up.

Beasley hadn't thrown a birthday party tonight, and though Rosamund tried not to dwell on it, she couldn't help feeling disappointed. Still, she reminded herself that just a few more months—once filming wrapped—she could finally start reeling him in for good.

She didn't want to wait any longer. This time, she'd make things happen sooner than they had in her last life.

But she wouldn't sacrifice herself again.

Rosamund gave her little sister's dewy cheek a playful pinch. "That means York's already promised someone else. You were a little late, weren't you?"

Cordelia clung tighter, unwilling to give up. "Please, Rosamund! You always know what to do!"

Rosamund sighed. "I'm not some oracle, you know. And I can't make York offend someone just for you."

"Just one dance! That's all I'm asking—just one. You and York have been close since you were kids—if you ask him, he'll definitely say yes!"

Rosamund caved. "Alright, I'll see what I can do."

Cordelia squealed, pumping her fist in the air. "You're the best, Sis!"

Rosamund picked up her phone and dialed York's number.

Cordelia stood beside her, holding her breath in anticipation.