Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 89

As the man strode past Willow, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye—an inscrutable look that lingered just long enough to leave its mark.

He didn't stop, and with his long strides, that moment was over in a flash.

Yet as he passed, a shiver ran through Willow's body, her heart fluttering—not with excitement, but with dread. She felt like prey caught in the crosshairs of a hawk.

Despite the biting cold outside, sweat prickled along her spine and dampened her palms.

She realized then: if she didn't give up the person who filmed the video, Beasley wasn't going to let her off easily.

But precisely because this man was so relentless, she knew she couldn't reveal herself—not unless she wanted a world of trouble crashing down on her.

The humiliation and pain she'd suffered in her past life were still fresh; even though those nightmares hadn't repeated themselves yet, she couldn't forgive, not even a little. This time, she was determined to drag Beasley's dirty secrets into the light and make sure he paid for what he'd done.

Which meant she needed a way to muddle through for now—she couldn't risk exposing herself before she'd secured any real evidence.

Willow knew there was no quick fix to a problem like this, but there was something she could address immediately.

She headed straight to the property management office to file a complaint: the building's security was a joke. How could they allow strangers to wander in and out as they pleased?

One of the main reasons she'd chosen to buy an apartment here was the promise of strict access controls and a sense of safety.

But she'd barely moved in, and already her confidence had been shattered.

She explained her concerns to the staff, but they protested their innocence, insisting it was impossible for non-residents to enter so freely.

So Willow requested to review the security footage. Eager to prove their diligence, the staff agreed.

But when Willow spotted that all-too-familiar figure on the monitor, she fell silent.

She wondered how things were progressing with Maurice's older brother. She was certain those three foreign men were well acquainted with whoever was behind the scenes—they hadn't bothered to switch languages or hide their conversation from her, probably assuming she couldn't understand.

That was her best lead. If she could trace those men, she might finally uncover Beasley's secrets.

She was still lost in thought as she got into her car and set off for her father's place.

Meanwhile, Beasley had indeed bought an apartment in Cliffhaven Gardens—directly across the hall from Willow.

Of course, he had no intention of actually living there. The decor wasn't to his taste, and he'd need to hire someone to remodel the place before he'd even consider spending a few nights.

Besides, it was a long drive from his company—nearly an hour by car—far from convenient.

But that wasn't the point. He hadn't bought the apartment to settle down; he'd bought it for the convenience it offered him, plain and simple.