Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 224

Connor had expected Willow to press him for an explanation—he was all set to humiliate her in return. But instead, Willow just let out a soft laugh and said, “Connor, I’m not only filing charges against you for harassment and intimidation, but I’m also warning you—once you’ve served your punishment and get out, you’d better straighten up and stay away from me and my friends.”

She fixed him with a cold look. “If anything happens to me or any of my friends, you’ll be the prime suspect. So, you’d better be careful not to end up back here.”

Willow knew that, even though Connor had tried to drag her out and had tossed threats and insults her way, he hadn’t actually managed to hurt her. At most, he’d spend a few days behind bars. But even a short stint would be enough to ruin his reputation among his no-good friends.

Connor was stunned. He’d been waiting for her to fall into his trap, but Willow refused to play along. Instead, she was determined to press charges, catching him completely off guard.

By the time Connor snapped out of it and tried to bluster his way back into control, Ryan cut him off. “Let’s go—interrogation room. Now.”

Connor had already done enough damage to meet the threshold for criminal charges, so Ryan marched him toward the interrogation room. They’d already called the owner of the designer boutique to come down and help with the investigation.

Connor fumed, but didn’t dare protest.

As he disappeared into the interrogation room, Willow exchanged a few quiet words with Lucy, who was still looking at her with wide-eyed admiration. Then Willow made her way to the front desk to file her own complaint against Connor for threatening and intimidating her.

By the time she’d finished, it was already past two in the afternoon.

Lucy had left before the boutique owner arrived. Willow planned to head to the shop herself, to pick up the clothes she’d bought for her father. But she’d barely stepped out of the police station when Ryan called after her.

“Miss Sheffield! Wait a moment!”

She paused and turned around.

Even though she looked a few years younger than she remembered from before, Willow still found Ryan’s face oddly familiar and comforting.

Willow shrugged. “Maybe police officers are just more observant than most people. But honestly—I haven’t met you before.”

Her expression was open and steady.

Ryan watched her for a long moment, but couldn’t spot any cracks in her story. Eventually, he nodded. “Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Please don’t take offense, Miss Sheffield.”

“Of course not,” Willow replied with a small smile. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now.”

He stepped aside. “Of course. Take care.” He watched her leave, the nagging sense of mystery still bothering him.

No sooner had Willow left the station than, elsewhere in town, Beasley received word that she’d been at the police station earlier that afternoon.