Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 203

Xander voiced his suspicion aloud.

“Keep digging,” Beasley said curtly.

Xander nodded. “Understood.”

He bowed out and left to continue the investigation.

After Xander departed, Beasley sat alone in the vast expanse of his CEO office. He didn’t bother picking up the stack of paperwork waiting on his desk; instead, he stared at his computer screen, lost in thought.

Willow had been “missing” for half a month now, ever since they parted ways at the hospital.

This habit of hers—disappearing without warning—was something Beasley found both exasperating and bewildering.

The last time he’d had her investigated regarding the drugging incident, they’d come up empty-handed—nothing to clear Willow’s name. But there was a strange coincidence: the middle-aged couple in the next room had died in a car accident last year. Both of them, gone in a single stroke.

The coroner’s report found recreational drugs in their systems; the official conclusion was that they’d overindulged, exhausted themselves, and crashed as a result.

On the morning of the accident, the couple had just returned home from a hotel rendezvous.

Everything in the report seemed above board, the autopsy confirmed it—but once Beasley’s suspicions were roused, he didn’t let them go so easily.

How could it all be such a neat coincidence?

The very couple who’d been spiking their own drinks for kicks were the ones who ended up dead.

Beasley had wanted to find Willow, to hear her explanation, to see what she made of all this.

But Willow had vanished for two weeks now, with no hint of when she might return.

The last time she’d pulled this stunt, she’d been gone for a month. Was this going to be a repeat performance?

He considered reaching out to his ex-father-in-law, Klein Sheffield, to ask about Willow’s whereabouts. But he knew Klein had no desire to see him—he could still recall Klein’s warning call, every biting word.

In wealthy families, brothers fighting over inheritance was almost a cliché; some tore each other apart for the family fortune, leaving no room for brotherly love or even basic decency.

There were endless examples of that kind of blood feud.

Beasley, as an only child, had never experienced it firsthand. But his father, Vincent Windsor, and his uncle Felix had. Their grandfather, Old Mr. Jameson Windsor, had chosen Vincent as his successor early on, precisely to prevent a destructive power struggle.

Felix had been given a life of luxury and leisure, free from the burdens of the family business.

Someone always had to step back—only then could the family avoid bloodshed.

In the Sinclair family, York was the one who’d stepped aside. From childhood, Ethan had been groomed as the heir, with all the pressure and expectations that came with it. Without the threat of rivalry, the brothers had actually grown up quite close.

But fate had other plans. In the end, the role of successor fell to York, the one who was never meant to bear it.

York had tried to run from it all in the beginning. But really, hadn’t Ethan been running, too?