Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 306

“Why couldn’t STAR have been Willow all along?” Beasley arched an eyebrow, the smile on his lips now lighting up his entire face.

York’s mouth fell open. Shock didn’t even begin to describe what he was feeling.

Beasley seemed to relish every bit of York’s stunned expression. With a lazy grin, he reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small, blue velvet box, setting it on the table in front of York.

“Go on, open it.”

York dropped his gaze, moving almost mechanically. As he flipped open the box, alarm flickered in his eyes, and his voice trembled, nearly incoherent. “What… what is this? Is this for me?”

Beasley shot him a look of pure disdain. “Get your head out of the clouds. I’m just showing you, not giving it away. Don’t break it.”

York was still reeling from the fact that Willow was STAR and STAR was Willow—a revelation so absurd it left his mind in a haze. For a moment, he’d actually thought this delicate, feminine jewelry box was a gift from Beasley to him—what a nightmare!

He picked up the box, still a step behind the conversation, and slowly opened it.

Inside was a men’s brooch, elegantly designed. The piece combined a regal tiger motif with sparkling gemstones, striking a perfect balance between power and sophistication.

York was immediately captivated.

“Nice, isn’t it?” Beasley asked, his tone bordering on smug.

York jolted, looking up sharply. “Don’t tell me—this has something to do with Willow, too!”

Beasley shook his head with deliberate slowness, and York finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Not just related,” Beasley continued, not missing a beat. “She designed it herself.”

Before York could even process his relief, another bombshell dropped.

“What?!” York gaped in utter disbelief. “She designed it? Does she even know anything about jewelry design?”

“Wasn’t her?” York felt like he’d had enough surprises for one night. He’d lost his appetite completely.

“You’re sure? You’ve actually looked into it?” York pressed.

This time, Beasley nodded, then began to recount the details he’d uncovered in recent weeks.

“After that couple died in an accident last year, their only son hit a million-dollar lottery jackpot a month ago. That made him a target—he was kidnapped by someone he knew, held for ransom. He resisted, got stabbed, and died. The kidnapper was badly injured too—he’s now in a coma, still in the hospital.”

“I had someone dig into this so-called ‘family friend.’ Turns out he’s a gambling addict, deeply in debt, and had cut ties with his own family long ago.”

“On the surface, it looks like a random tragedy brought on by sudden wealth. But don’t you think it’s a little too much bad luck for one family? First the parents, now the son?”

York frowned, brow furrowed. “Maybe it really was just a coincidence.”

“How many coincidences do you think happen in real life?” Beasley said with a cold laugh. “You really believe it was pure chance that the gambler ‘friend’ found out about the lottery ticket? That’s not how the world works.”