Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 40

"Emmett?" Beasley's eyes flickered with a sudden realization. "From the Simmons family of Northcrest?"

There weren't many people York would pay this much attention to—this had to be the reason.

York hadn't expected Beasley to guess so quickly. "That's right. He's the grandson of the Horizon Group's chairman, but Emmett's from the Simmons family's third branch—the side of the family that never gets any respect. As a result, he's never had much standing among the Simmons, either."

In other words, Emmett was desperate to make a name for himself—and for his parents—by striking out on his own in the entertainment industry.

After all, a wealthy heir trying to make it in show business was already a headline-grabbing story. Add in Emmett's natural, boyish good looks—he could win over half the country on his face alone. And the best part? He really was the genuine article: rich, handsome, and charming. No need to fake it.

Since graduating last year, Emmett had kept a low profile. He was biding his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to launch his career.

And now, his chance had finally come.

York was convinced that this overlooked golden boy wouldn't let the opportunity slip away.

"How's his talent?" Beasley asked, cutting straight to the point. Family background and good looks were secondary to him.

York raised his eyebrows, giving a look that said, "Trust me." "I watched his senior showcase online just yesterday. He's got real talent and a fresh perspective—definitely the kind of young actor we need."

York almost mentioned that he'd also watched Evelyn's senior play for comparison. Honestly, there was no contest—Emmett was leagues ahead.

Beasley understood and gave a slight nod. "You make the final call."

Just then, the food they'd ordered arrived at the table.

York glanced at the colorful, artfully plated dishes before him, but his thoughts drifted to Willow downstairs. Who was she having lunch with? A man? A woman?

He found it amusing—husband upstairs, wife downstairs, each doing their own thing.

Then something occurred to him. "By the way, Beasley, what does your Bargain Bin Girl actually do for a living?"

York remembered that back in high school, Willow had chosen all the science courses—biology, chemistry, physics. He'd heard about it from Evelyn at the time and had been genuinely surprised. Just by looking at Willow, he would've pegged her for a history or literature type.

Of course, he later found out Willow had gotten into Kingston University—the best college in the city, maybe even the whole country. But York couldn't help but wonder if the Windsors had quietly pulled some strings behind the scenes. After all, Kingston University was Beasley's alma mater, and Willow had always been head over heels for him. If she'd gone to Beasley's parents for help, with all the Windsor family's wealth and influence, who knew what could've happened?

Besides, Beasley's parents had always wanted to see the two of them together. But Willow's family was too ordinary—nowhere near what was expected of a future Mrs. Windsor. Having a degree from a top university at least made her look a bit more presentable.

So York had his doubts: maybe Willow hadn't made it into Kingston University on her own merit after all.

"She graduated from Kingston University, just like you, didn't she? You'd think companies would be fighting over her. I wonder which lucky firm managed to hire her?"

He trailed after Beasley, pestering for an answer as they crossed the parking lot. Beasley had already reached his car, while York's was parked farther away.