Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 300

Evelyn sent another voice message: “How could that be? All these years, aside from Willow clinging to my aunt like a hen that never lays eggs, my brother hasn’t let a single girl—let alone a mosquito—get close to him. Rosa, you grew up with my brother, always playing at our house when we were kids. He was always nice to you, even spoke to you first. You’ve always been special to him!”

“And don’t forget, when I was little and someone pushed me into the pool, you were the one who saved me. Just for that, I’ll always be on your side!”

Listening to Evelyn’s latest message, Rosamund let a mocking smile curl at her lips.

Pathetic. She doesn’t even realize she’s just a pawn in someone else’s game.

Rosamund’s eyes gleamed with sardonic amusement as she typed out her reply: “I’ve always thought of you as my own little sister. Of course I couldn’t just stand by when you were in danger. So you really don’t need to keep bringing up what happened back then.”

Evelyn texted back almost instantly: “I don’t forget favors or grudges, Rosa. You’re not just my sister—you’re my sister-in-law too!”

Rosamund savored the sound of Evelyn calling her “sister-in-law,” even as she rolled her eyes at how useless the girl was—always talking, never actually doing anything.

“Thank you, Eve.”

“Oh, by the way, a director sent me a script last week. It’s perfect for you. Interested? It’s the lead in a fantasy drama. If you want, I can put in a word for you.”

Rosamund smoothly changed the subject.

Evelyn never lacked for roles, but the really top-notch scripts with the best teams rarely offered her the lead—she was usually cast as the supporting actress, and she was getting tired of it.

But if Rosamund personally vouched for the project, then maybe it was worth a shot.

She replied quickly, “I’d love that, thank you, Rosa!”

Rosamund’s lips pulled into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’ll talk to the director and let you know as soon as I hear anything.”

Once the conversation ended, Rosamund picked up another phone and dialed a different number.

“James, get your people ready. Thursday night, it has to be flawless.”

Truth was, she didn’t much like her son coming back—every visit risked the old lady grilling her about Willa again.

But Dorothy had already made up her mind: if her mother-in-law made one more fuss about Willa not joining them for dinner, she’d come clean and announce the divorce herself.

Beasley turned to his mother. “I need to speak with Grandma in private.”

His grandmother gave a dismissive little snort. “Is this about you and Willow and your secret divorce?”

Dorothy and Vincent exchanged a startled glance across the table. She already knew? How?

Beasley pulled out the empty chair next to his grandmother and sat, his expression as cold as winter. “Yes.”

Dorothy started to speak, but Vincent gave her a quick shake of the head—best to wait and see what happened.

At the head of the table, the old patriarch watched quietly. He’d already heard the news from his wife, who’d spent the afternoon strategizing about which young woman would make a suitable new daughter-in-law for the Windsor family.