Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 305

Willow?!

York thought he must have misheard. He leaned in, brow furrowed. “Wait, who did you just say? Willow?”

Beasley glanced at him, deadpan. “Your hearing’s perfectly fine.”

York’s eyes nearly bugged out. “Did you just call Willow—Willow!—impressive?!”

Was this some kind of joke?

Beasley’s faint smile faded, his expression turning serious. “I value our friendship, York. That’s the only reason I agreed to have this dinner with you one-on-one tonight.”

York straightened up, sensing something out of the ordinary. He’d grown used to Beasley’s cold indifference, his distant reserve, his occasional biting sarcasm—but he’d never seen him this serious before.

Beasley didn’t bother with small talk. “I’ll be honest. I share some of the blame for your misunderstanding about Willow. But I want to make one thing clear: from now on, whenever you see her, drop the snide remarks and the suspicious looks. She’s far more accomplished than you give her credit for—far more than you, in fact.”

York gaped, jabbing a finger at his own chest. “You’re saying she’s better than me?”

“By a mile,” Beasley replied, not missing a beat.

York was speechless.

Finally, he threw up his hands. “Alright, convince me! I’m all ears.”

He was genuinely curious now. What on earth made someone like Willow so much better than him—and by such a wide margin?

“For starters, she graduated top of her class from Kingston University. And you…”

Beasley trailed off, sparing York’s pride.

York knew full well his own alma mater wasn’t exactly prestigious, but he wasn’t about to let that slide. “Come on. Everyone knows Willow only got into Kingston because your parents pulled some strings. Just wanted to polish her resume.”

Beasley fixed him with a steady look. “And who told you that? Do you have any proof?”

York hesitated, caught off guard. Now that he thought about it, he realized he’d only ever heard rumors—nothing concrete.

“I actually went to my mom to check. She told me Willow got in on her own merit. Neither she nor my dad helped her at all.”

But as soon as he said it, something niggled at the back of his mind.

Wait… no way.

Beasley couldn’t possibly mean—

York stared at him, wide-eyed, as Beasley’s mouth curled into a subtle, proud smile. It wasn’t mocking or sarcastic—just pure, quiet pride.

“Don’t tell me—STAR is Willow?!”

The words sounded utterly ridiculous, even to York as he said them.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

If Beasley nodded, or so much as hinted it was true, then today must be April Fools’.