Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 199

The next morning, Beasley left for the office as usual and, once again, didn't run into Willow. He had no idea whether she'd come home the previous night or not.

He decided it was time to install a camera at his front door.

He'd promised Willow: if she let him out of that locked room, he'd move out by next month. She'd kept her end of the bargain, so now he'd keep his word too.

Still, that didn't mean he'd stop keeping tabs on her—at least not entirely. With a security camera positioned at his own door, he could monitor things without crossing any lines.

The installation happened that very day.

But for several days after, Beasley's phone stayed silent—no notifications, no activity at all from the camera feed.

He'd arranged for a top-of-the-line model, equipped with motion detection and synced directly to his phone. The moment anyone walked past his door, the camera would capture everything and send him an alert. He could then open the cloud footage, check the live playback, and finally figure out whether Willow had come home or when she left.

He hadn't really wanted to resort to this. But after what he'd witnessed at the hospital—Willow leaving, then returning with that doctor, even getting into his car—he couldn't deny how much it bothered him.

It stung to see her act like he was poison, yet turn around and be all smiles with another man.

He kept telling himself: unless Willow agreed to help him find the designer of that miniature drone, he had every right to keep an eye on her.

A couple more days passed. It was Friday now. Beasley sent Willow a message, letting her know he'd officially moved out of Cliffhaven Gardens.

His message disappeared into the void—no reply, not a single word.

That same morning, Beasley received Sanford's report on Dr. Lockwood.

If so, it explained why neither Willow nor her publisher had pressed charges against Emmett.

The pieces fit. Beasley had no choice but to accept this possibility.

If that was the case, there was no point in trying to poach the drone designer anymore. Competing with the government for talent was a losing game.

A sour, restless feeling lingered in his chest, though he couldn't say whether it was because his plans had fallen through or for some other reason.

All he knew was that tonight, he wanted a drink at Nathaniel's place again.

Once the thought crossed his mind, he acted on it. A little after six, he texted Nathaniel, then headed out to drive over.