Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 46

That night, Jeremy felt like luck was finally on his side. Emmett had given him his word, STAR's camp had gone quiet, and public opinion online was swinging further in favor of the so-called "victim." With every passing hour, his confidence grew.

He went home, took a steaming shower, and drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile.

Things weren't nearly as relaxing for Willow. When she returned to her hotel room, she still had work to do before she could even think about resting.

After nearly half an hour hunched over her laptop, she finally managed to brighten and clarify the murky video footage. She clipped the most damning sections, saved them, then attached them—along with Jeremy's incriminating chat logs and the three suspicious bank transfers she'd pulled from his phone—to an anonymous email addressed to Ablitt. She added a single line: "At noon on Christmas Day, use this evidence and go public."

The rest, she'd leave in Ablitt's hands.

Willow was about to close her laptop and take a shower when she hesitated, grabbed her phone, and fired off a text to Ablitt as an extra precaution: "Please don't mention me or hint at my involvement for now."

After all, the scandal involving her pen name, the sci-fi author STAR, wasn't ready to break yet.

She was waiting for the perfect moment.

Especially now that she'd figured out who Mr. Simmons really was, she could guess that it was Evelyn who'd stolen her notebook.

The irony made her laugh—a woman accuses her of plagiarism, another steals her work, and now they both want a starring role in the movie adaptation of her novel? The nerve.

Willow picked up her pajamas, intending to finally shower, when her phone rang again.

She sighed, set her clothes down, and crossed the room to answer. It was Ablitt calling, even though it was nearly midnight.

"Hey, Willow," Ablitt greeted her. "I just got an anonymous email—was that from you? How did you get this evidence? And why wait until Christmas to go public?"

He sounded genuinely puzzled, his questions tumbling out one after another.

"Did you look at the files?" Willow asked.

"Not yet," he admitted. "Still downloading. The attachment's huge."

Willow chuckled. "If anyone asks, just say Jeremy sent it all to you himself."

"Thank you, Ablitt. Really, thank you for everything," she said sincerely.

"No need to thank me!"

It was late, so they didn't chat much longer. After saying goodnight, Willow finally put her phone down, determined to get some rest at last.

The next morning, Willow arranged for a real estate agent to show her some apartments.

The complex she had her eye on was just a short walk from her father's neighborhood—maybe fifteen or twenty minutes on foot, nothing more.

Her dad had just returned from a research trip and would be busy in the days ahead, so she didn't ask him to come along.

As for her best friend in Kingston City, she was still away on business overseas, leaving Willow to check out the apartments on her own.

If she managed to settle on a place today, she could head to her father's for dinner that night—and maybe find a way to warn him about that student, Zoe, before it was too late.