Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 201

That night, after leaving Nathaniel Sterling’s house, Beasley Windsor immediately made a call, instructing someone to reopen the investigation into what had happened four years ago.

He was desperate for answers, yet terrified to learn the truth.

What if Willow Sheffield had been right all along, and it really had been just an awful misunderstanding? Beasley didn’t dare imagine it—because that would mean Willow was just another victim of what happened, and perhaps the biggest victim of all.

After all, it had been his own mother who called him to the hotel that day.

Back then, he’d assumed Willow had manipulated events, convincing his mother to summon him. But if everything he’d believed was suddenly upended, what then? What would he do?

*

The next morning, Rosamund Worthington was on set at Eden Spire, in the middle of filming, when a phone call made her face go pale.

She quickly muttered an excuse and slipped away to find somewhere private.

“Everything’s been taken care of?” Rosamund’s voice was cold and barely above a whisper.

“Everything’s done. You have nothing to worry about,” came the response from the other end.

“If it’s all handled, why are you calling me?” Rosamund’s tone dropped even lower, edged with annoyance. “Are you trying to make it easier for someone to trace this back to you?”

The caller gave a nervous laugh. “Just keeping you in the loop, that’s all.”

Rosamund frowned, her eyes hardening even as her voice stayed perfectly calm. “I know what you’re after. Don’t worry, I keep my promises. Tomorrow, go buy a lottery ticket. Once you hit the jackpot, disappear. Go abroad, enjoy your new life.”

The voice instantly brightened. “I’ll be waiting for my lucky day!”

“Make the most of it, and don’t ever call me again.” With that, Rosamund ended the call.

It seemed the only one who hadn’t tied up all the loose ends was herself.

She hesitated for a moment, then quickly made another call. Only after giving a few terse instructions did the knot of anxiety in her chest loosen, if only slightly.

Last time around, no one had ever thought to dig into that incident. Why was it different now?

Gregory Frost, the film’s leading man, had been looking everywhere for her. As soon as he saw her, he hurried over. “Rosamund, where did you go? I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“My stomach was acting up, that’s all.” Rosamund managed a pleasant smile. “Is something wrong?”

Gregory flipped open his script to a particular scene. “I wanted to run through this section with you before the cameras roll. But if you’re not feeling well…”

Rosamund waved off his concern. “I already took something for it. I’ll be fine.”

“Oh!” Gregory’s expression shifted in instant understanding—it was that time of the month.

He turned to his assistant with quiet, practiced chivalry. “Would you mind getting Rosamund something warm to drink?”

Rosamund blinked in surprise. “Alex, you grew up overseas. I didn’t think you’d know about these things.”

Gregory grinned. “My sister goes through the same thing every month. This is my grandmother’s secret recipe—my sister swears by it.”

Rosamund couldn’t help but smile, the tension in her shoulders easing just a bit.