Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 213

After her father left for school, Willow slipped out of his apartment complex as well.

Once she settled into the backseat of the car, the first thing she did was call Juliette Danton.

Juliette was also in her car, on her way to work. She answered with her usual bright, easy-going tone. “Hey, Willa! I was already asleep when you messaged me last night. Let’s grab dinner this weekend!”

It was Wednesday, still a couple of days until the weekend.

“Sounds perfect. You pick the place, dinner’s on me.” Willow grinned as she agreed.

They quickly settled on a time and hung up—Juliette needed to beat the morning traffic.

Next, Willow called Ablitt to chat about the progress on her next novel.

The outline for her new book was already done, and she’d written the first few chapters—about twenty thousand words so far. She estimated the whole thing would run around half a million words, and if all went well, she’d have it finished by the end of the year.

Once her work calls were over, Willow stared at her phone, debating whether to return Dorothy’s call.

It had been over a month now. Surely, nothing urgent could have happened, right?

What really puzzled her was why Beasley had suddenly stopped reaching out.

Back when she had no new plan, he’d haunted her like a shadow. Now that she was moving forward, he’d vanished without a trace.

Willow frowned, trying to guess what Beasley’s next move might be, but she couldn’t figure him out.

In the end, she decided it was better not to make the first move. If Beasley wanted something, he’d have to come to her.

She fastened her seatbelt and pulled out into the street.

*

10 a.m.

Inside the president’s office at Windsor & Co., there was a private lounge adjoining the main room.

Beasley had practically been living at the office for the past two weeks, thanks to a hiccup with the Stormhawk Drones project. It had taken half a month of intense work to finally sort things out.

“Wait a second.”

Fiona had just turned to leave when Beasley stopped her.

She turned back, waiting. “Anything else, Mr. Windsor?”

He opened his eyes, his usually icy gaze now calm and searching.

“I remember you mentioned your sister is a fan of STAR, right?”

Fiona smiled, a hint of pride in her voice. “Yes, she’s a die-hard fan.”

“Is she part of any fan clubs or organizations?” he asked.

He hadn’t known much about these things before—until his own name started trending online, with fans ‘shipping’ him and Rosamund in some bizarre fantasy couple. Only then did he realize how many fan groups and strange online organizations existed, all filled with people obsessing over their favorite pairings.

He’d eventually had the PR team shut down that trending topic. He found it irritating.