Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 250

Waller was the first to notice that burning gaze.

He stood just behind Willow, half a meter away, quietly keeping watch. Without warning, he turned and glanced over his shoulder. The instant he caught sight of the man staring their way, his sharp, angular brows drew together ever so slightly.

Who was this man?

Waller didn’t let his expression slip. He kept his eyes fixed on the stranger, silent and alert. A moment later, the man noticed Waller’s stare, and their eyes locked in the air. The man’s icy blue gaze narrowed, cold and assessing.

“Something wrong?” Ryan, standing beside Waller, was the next to sense the undercurrent. He followed Waller’s line of sight and saw him—an elegant man in a black mask.

Even with half his face hidden, the man’s aristocratic bearing and frosty aura were impossible to miss.

For a split second, all three men silently sized one another up, their thoughts unspoken but identical: Who is he?

A memory flashed through Ryan’s mind—something Connor had jeered at Willow about at the police station. “Do you know why Beasley doesn’t want anything to do with you?” Connor had sneered.

Everyone in Kingston had heard the name Beasley; it echoed through every boardroom and cocktail party in the city. But the real man? Few had ever seen him in person.

Ryan certainly hadn’t. He’d only pulled up Beasley’s face later, searching through financial news segments online. There had even been a few scandalous rumors about Beasley floating around, but any detailed reports had long since vanished, leaving only whispers and half-truths.

Looking at the masked man now, Ryan was almost certain—this was Beasley. The posture, the presence, the chill in his eyes.

But then, what exactly was his connection to Willow?

As Ryan’s question hung in the air, the others turned to him, curiosity and concern flickering in their eyes. Willow followed their gaze, and for a heartbeat, her heart nearly stopped.

Juliette knew the name—who in Kingston didn’t?—but she’d never bothered to look up his photo, let alone click on any of the gossip headlines about him. She found such stories revolting.

So, as Juliette watched everyone else’s reactions, confusion clouded her face. She nudged Willow’s arm, whispering, “Who is that? You all look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Willow’s lips barely moved, refusing to answer. In the golden light of dusk, her eyes shimmered with emotion—resentment hidden beneath their surface.

Beasley found himself transfixed, oblivious to the annoyance flickering in Willow’s gaze. The image of her, relaxed and quietly taking in the sunset, was now etched in his memory for good.

Willow turned away, breaking their eye contact.

She didn’t storm over to confront him. She wasn’t about to make the first move. If he wanted something, he’d have to act first.