Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 5

Inside the most prestigious law firm in Kingston City, Alistair was just about to call it a day when his phone rang. The caller ID was no surprise.

"Miss Sheffield, how can I help you?"

Probably trying to fish for information about President Windsor, he thought with a smirk. Overestimating herself, as always.

Settling back into his office chair, Alistair's eyes sparkled with disdain.

Willow didn't bother with small talk. She cut straight to the point. "I've already reserved a time at city hall. Has Attorney Worthington informed Beasley?"

Is this woman ever done with her performance? Better be careful, or President Windsor might really go through with the divorce.

Alistair frowned. "Sorry, Miss Sheffield. President Windsor was tied up all day and didn't have a chance to take my call."

Meaning: he hadn't passed along her message yet.

Willow wasn't surprised, nor did she care.

She'd long grown accustomed to the way Beasley's circle treated her. In their eyes, she was nothing but a scheming woman who'd tricked her way into becoming Mrs. Windsor.

But if anyone had been wronged in that whole fiasco, it was her.

Thinking back, her first time—something she'd cherished—was wasted, as if thrown to the dogs.

Snapping herself out of it, Willow kept her tone calm. "No problem. You can call him now and let him know."

Alistair gave a mocking laugh. "Don't you have President Windsor's number yourself, Miss Sheffield? If you're in such a hurry, why not just call him directly and set it up?"

Willow's lips curled in a cold, knowing smile. She'd expected this.

Fine, let him have his little victory.

She replied, "He blocked me last night. I can't get through to him."

"Oh, I see…" Alistair drawled, his tone half-amused, half-indifferent. "Well, it's after hours now, so calling President Windsor at this time wouldn't be appropriate. But don't worry, Miss Sheffield. I'll be sure to let him know at a more suitable time."

Willow didn't bother to respond. She slipped out her Bluetooth earpiece, tapped the button to stop recording, and ended the call.

Suddenly, silence settled around her.

On the other end, Alistair realized the call had ended, but he didn't care. He scoffed, tossed his phone onto the desk, and sat brooding, lost in his own thoughts.

—

Two in the morning, and Willow jerked awake from yet another nightmare.

Lying in the darkness, she listened to her own erratic heartbeat, unable to calm down.

The day after tomorrow was her mother's memorial. She had to finalize the divorce today—otherwise, she'd have no face to visit her mother's grave.

By eight, Willow was already in a cab with her documents, headed to city hall.

She hadn't held out hope that Alistair would actually call Beasley. But she had her own ways.

Once at city hall, she found the information desk and explained her situation. The staff let her use the office phone to call Beasley.

Beasley didn't answer. He simply gave an order, his voice cool and steady. "Contact Attorney Worthington. Terence, turn the car around—we're heading to city hall."

City hall?

Xander and the driver, Terence, exchanged a startled glance. But they didn't dare ask questions. They snapped into action.

Half an hour later, a sleek, understated black town car pulled up to the steps of city hall—a far cry from its usual route to the Windsor & Co. building.

Alistair had arrived just minutes earlier, gripping his briefcase, a flicker of excitement in his chest.

Compared to Alistair's nerves, Willow was the picture of composure—even as she faced Beasley and the men she now detested.

"Popular day for divorces, huh? Guess we'll have to wait our turn."

She swept her gaze coldly over the three men, then turned away, heading for a seat in the farthest corner of the waiting area to wait for her number to be called.

Beasley didn't move. He glanced sideways at Xander, giving a subtle nod.

Xander caught on immediately. Forgetting his surprise, he grabbed his phone and made a call. Moments later, a uniformed staff member emerged and respectfully invited them into a private meeting room.

Willow noticed the commotion and looked up.

Money and power—always a shortcut.

She sneered to herself, then turned away, determined not to care—until…