Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 64

York kept his secret bottled up inside, unable to share it with anyone. The weight of it made his chest feel tight, as though he could barely breathe.

But while some people suffocated under the pressure of their own thoughts, others were free to bask in their happiness.

Willow, for instance, was curled up in her favorite beanbag chair, savoring snacks and drinks with a contented smile. She idly scrolled through her tablet, reading the flood of witty comments from her followers.

Her latest tweet had been up for less than ten minutes, and already it had racked up over ten thousand replies and retweets, with more than half a million likes. Some of the actors she'd mentioned in her post had even started to share her tweet, adding their own words of thanks for her recognition.

Smiling at the screen, Willow murmured to the actors forwarding her tweet, "No need to thank me."

She hadn't picked those names on a whim. As the original author, she'd always kept a dream cast in mind from the very first lines she wrote. Every TV show and movie she'd watched over the years had helped her refine her vision; nothing was wasted.

In her previous life, Beasley's childhood friend Rosamund and the then-rookie actor Emmett Simmons had been cast as the leads in *Sudden Dawn.* The film catapulted them to stardom—they won every award in sight and rode a wave of fame.

But before that, Rosamund had been working overseas, barely known at home. No matter how impressive her new "International Best Actress" title sounded, in her own country she was still more of an export than a household name.

As for Emmett, he was even more of an unknown—a rich kid with no standout roles to his name. His persona as a privileged son breaking into showbiz was little different from Rosamund's "heiress takes on Hollywood" narrative; both, Willow thought, were more marketing than genuine acting talent.

She was convinced that if the roles had gone to the powerhouse actors she'd listed on Twitter, the movie would have been on another level entirely.

Just as Willow finished her bubble tea, her phone rang. It was Ablitt.

He must have seen her tweet.

Honestly, when he'd used the Editorial Department's official account at eleven this morning—just as he and Willow had discussed—to post that video and the chat logs, he hadn't realized that the "Mr. Emmett" in the video and "Mr. Simmons" in the logs were the same person.

What's more, he certainly hadn't expected that the very Mr. Simmons who'd paid to spread rumors was the same guy who, just after ten this morning, had been officially announced as the male lead in *Sudden Dawn*—the movie adaptation of Willow's own sci-fi novel, backed by powerhouse studio Windsor & Co.

He couldn't help but worry: would this whole mess offend Windsor & Co.? If the film had to recast its lead, production would be delayed, and on a project of this scale, every lost second meant lost money.

Ablitt had messaged Willow on WhatsApp, hoping for answers, but after waiting all day with no reply, he guessed she was probably in one of her creative "lockdown" periods. It was a habit of hers—he'd gotten used to it.

When he saw a new tweet from STAR's author account, and confirmed with the Editorial Department that none of them had posted it, he figured Willow must finally be back online.

So he'd called her straight away—relieved, and a little amazed, when she actually picked up.