Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 85

Exactly—Beasley's lost his mind, her book sales are through the roof, so why not just sit back and enjoy the show?

Just wait until the TV adaptation completely outshines the movie. When that happens, it'll be his childhood sweetheart's reputation that takes the hit. He'll be the one going crazy then, won't he?

The thought alone made Willow want to laugh.

Back when the movie version made such a splash, it wasn't just because it was hyped as "STAR's first-ever sci-fi adaptation." Money from every direction kept the momentum going behind the scenes.

There was Beasley, the biggest backer of them all; then York, right behind him, and the powerful families pulling strings for the leads. All of them played a part in making the film a blockbuster.

But the truth was, the adaptation was mediocre at best, and the lead actors were nothing special. The only real spark came from a supporting character.

That little supporting role became a breakout star on pure talent. Back then, film buffs would talk about how, in a truly explosive hit, even a minor character could steal the spotlight—every actor basking in the glow.

But that golden age from her last life? This time around, it wouldn't happen.

Willow couldn't wait to see how it all played out.

"…Willow, are you listening?"

Ablitt's voice came through the phone.

She'd drifted off for a moment, but quickly picked up the conversation. "I am. But I've got something on this afternoon—I'm going to visit an old family friend with my dad."

"Oh, I see." Ablitt sounded a bit disappointed, but he recovered quickly, his tone lightening. "No worries. We'll just reschedule."

Willow felt a twinge of guilt. "How about Sunday? I'm free then."

This time, it was Ablitt's turn to apologize. "Sorry, I promised my mom I'd have dinner at home on Sunday."

Ready to go, Willow grabbed her crossbody bag and opened the door—only to find Beasley standing there.

He was just reaching for the doorbell, clearly not expecting the door to swing open before he touched it.

They startled each other, but Willow was the one who jumped back, voice sharp and defensive. "What are you doing here? Are you following me?"

Beasley lowered his hand slowly, his tone cool. "We need to talk."

Willow's face turned wary and cold. "Is there even anything left for us to discuss?"

If she wasn't on her way out, she would have slammed the door in his face right then and there.

Beasley's eyes flicked over her outfit, the corners of his mouth curving into a slight, almost chilly smile. "If you're in a hurry, we can make it another time."