Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 6

"Miss Sheffield, President Windsor would like to see you for a moment." Xander approached her, polite as ever.

Willow had no desire to be in the same room with that man. She was about to refuse when Xander added, "President Windsor said there are still some details in the divorce agreement that need to be discussed with you."

Reluctantly, Willow followed Xander down the hall to the lounge.

Inside, only Beasley and his attorney were waiting. Xander didn't come in, choosing instead to stand guard outside the door.

"Please, Miss Sheffield, have a seat." Alistair, holding the already-signed divorce papers, gestured to the couch across the coffee table.

Willow didn't bother with formalities. She went straight over and sat down.

"If you have any requests, just say them."

She addressed Alistair directly, eyes fixed on him alone, as if someone else in the room didn't even exist.

Seated in the center, Beasley narrowed his eyes, a chill flickering in that cold, fathomless gaze. He said nothing, though it was clear he didn't need to.

Alistair pushed his glasses up his nose, all business. "Miss Sheffield, may I ask if you've brought all the necessary documents for the divorce?"

"I have." Willow's expression was calm, almost detached.

She hadn't slept well in days. Without makeup, her lips were pale, and the exhaustion lent her a fragile beauty—one that might have moved anyone but President Windsor.

Alistair's lips curled, ever so slightly, before he continued, "According to the terms, you'll receive the Baycrest Villas property as compensation. The transfer will be completed before New Year's. You have no objections, I assume?"

"None." Willow's face remained impassive, her answer crisp and clear.

Alistair nodded. "Mr. Windsor won't be returning to Baycrest Villas. As for his personal belongings, he'll have someone pick them up this afternoon. Anything left behind is yours to do with as you please."

Her composure seemed to throw Alistair off balance. "For now, that's everything."

He couldn't help glancing at Beasley, as if seeking some reaction.

Beasley's face had been stone-cold from the start, unreadable and unmoved.

"I have a condition of my own."

Willow didn't waste time wondering about Beasley's expression. Since their side was finished, it was her turn.

"I'll keep things quiet publicly, but you have to explain things to your parents properly. I'm not going to keep playing house for their benefit. We're done, so let's make a clean break."

She finally turned to Beasley. "Mr. Windsor, do you agree?"