Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 47

The real estate agent, a man in his thirties, took one look at Willow—a girl barely in her twenties, dressed in unremarkable clothes, showing up alone to view an upscale apartment with over 1,200 square feet—and immediately braced himself for another morning wasted.

He forced a bright, professional smile anyway. "Miss Sheffield, this three-bedroom, one-living room apartment gets gorgeous natural light in every room. The balcony has a stunning view, and the insulation keeps it comfortable year-round. You'll find it a lovely place to live."

He led Willow through the apartment, giving her a thorough tour and highlighting every advantage. Despite his doubts, he didn't let his disappointment show; his enthusiasm never faltered. He simply chose not to mention the price tag—after all, with an asking price close to two million dollars, why bother?

Willow listened attentively, nodding as they went. She seemed genuinely pleased. "This place is great. I'll take it."

The agent grinned, ready to make some polite, non-committal small talk, but then her words actually registered. He froze.

"Miss Sheffield, did you just say… you'll take it?" he stammered, wondering if he'd misheard.

She nodded without hesitation. "Yes, I'll take it. Thank you for the recommendation—I'm very satisfied."

He stared at her in disbelief. No way. He'd found this place based on her specific requirements, so of course she was happy with it… but could it really be this easy?

He tried to keep his composure. "But, um, the down payment alone is—"

"It's alright. I'll pay in full," Willow said, her smile gentle but her tone commanding.

He wondered if he was hallucinating. In a daze, he led Willow through the paperwork: contracts signed, payments made, formalities completed. Only when everything was finished did reality sink in.

He wasn't dreaming. He'd really just closed a two-million-dollar sale. In cash.

His commission—oh my God, his commission!

Her morning was spent house-hunting, her afternoon moving in—she barely had time to notice what was happening online.

The previous night, she'd asked Ablitt to post a statement on Twitter for her. By lunchtime, the tweet had exploded, climbing straight to the top of the trending charts.

This was the first time "STAR" had publicly responded to the plagiarism scandal—and from his official author account, no less. STAR's message was blunt: he denied any plagiarism, openly mocking his accusers for chasing clout.

The post set the internet ablaze. Fans of both sides, onlookers, everyone jumped into the fray—some defending STAR, others rallying behind the alleged victim, Whiskey.

By afternoon, momentum was building behind calls for Whiskey to take legal action, to drag the arrogant STAR into court.

STAR's direct response didn't just make headlines; word quickly reached York, and where York went, Beasley was sure to follow.