Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 84

Maybe it was because Beasley's attitude had softened—he wasn't nearly as intimidating as before, and he hadn't grilled her about burning Willow's notebook—so Evelyn found her courage returning.

"Oh, by the way, big brother," she began, "the reason Grandma wanted to invite your wife to dinner last Saturday night actually wasn't random."

"What was the reason?" Beasley asked.

Evelyn lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Grandma picked up a fertility remedy at that banquet in Stratus City. She wants your wife to follow the recipe to ‘prepare her body.'"

She paused, then added, "If you're not ready for kids, you'd better be careful."

What she really wanted to say was: Make sure you use protection. Don't give that woman a chance to tamper with anything in the bedroom just to get pregnant and leverage her way up in the family.

But Evelyn didn't dare spell it out so bluntly to her brother. Still, she trusted he'd catch her drift.

After all, they both despised Willow. Even if her brother ever touched that woman out of sheer necessity, he'd never want her to have his child.

"Don't concern yourself with this," Beasley told her. "If you have time, focus on your script. I don't want you scrambling at the last minute when filming starts."

Evelyn took that to heart. This project with Rosamund was a big deal for her; she wouldn't dare slack off. "Don't worry, big brother! I'm going to give it my all. I won't let you or Rosa down!"

And, of course, she'd use the opportunity to remind Beasley of just how great Rosamund was.

Beasley didn't react much, just offered the usual reminders before ending the call.

He put away his phone and turned back to his desk.

Evelyn's mention of having children had brought his mind straight back to the bastard child supposedly in Willow's belly.

She'd vanished for days, refusing to show herself. Was she resting to protect the pregnancy? Or had she already gotten rid of the child and was now recuperating? Beasley figured it wouldn't be long before he found out.

As for the father of that bastard…

A face flickered through his mind—a young man's face.

After the initial shock, Willow felt a laugh bubbling up.

This suited her just fine—no matter who came out on top, someone would end up embarrassed.

"That's great news," she replied, a soft amusement in her voice.

Ablitt still sounded a bit dazed. "Honestly, it's a power move. Only a company as loaded as Windsor & Co. would dare pull something like this."

Willow murmured, half to herself, "There's nothing he wouldn't dare to do."

"What was that?" Ablitt asked. "Couldn't quite hear you."

Willow snapped back to herself and covered smoothly, "I just meant, in business, there's no such thing as ‘dare' or ‘not dare.'"

"True," Ablitt agreed. "Still, I'm actually looking forward to this face-off between the two versions. I bet your book sales are going to skyrocket!"