Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 332

The phone screen showed a still image of a masked man. Willow saw it the moment she looked up.

"Send me the video," she said after a single glance, then stood up and moved to the sofa across the room.

Beasley followed, sitting down opposite her, careful not to make any sudden moves.

"Sent," he said, a strange sense of satisfaction washing over him as he saw a new entry in their WhatsApp chat history. He had scrolled through their old conversations countless times, but he was confident that from now on, their chat log would only grow.

"Do you know this man?" he asked.

Willow stared at the video he had sent her, not looking up. "No."

In the footage, the masked man helped her father into the hotel and even asked a bellhop for assistance. Everything looked normal, as if he were simply helping an intoxicated older man check in for the night.

"The hotel registration was under your father's ID, and the presidential suite was booked in advance over the phone, also using his information. But the payment was made in cash," Beasley said, his expression grim. "Cash payments can't be traced. This was definitely premeditated."

Willow listened to his detailed analysis, feeling nothing. If he had orchestrated this whole thing, it was no surprise he knew all the details of the operation. As for the masked man in the video, she would investigate him herself.

She had already reviewed the security footage from her father's apartment complex. The masked man must have intercepted her father's car in a blind spot in the parking garage, injected him with the drug, and moved him to the back seat before driving him to the hotel.

Perhaps Beasley thought the most dangerous place was the least likely to be suspected. It was a classic misdirection, setting the crime in one of his own hotels. After all, who would be foolish enough to commit a crime on their own turf?

"I've already had someone look into this man's background. I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."

Beasley, oblivious to her thoughts, continued trying to help.

*

Meanwhile, in a luxury hotel near a film studio, Rosamund Worthington had barely slept a wink. She had received terrible news right after finishing her scene for the night. One of her pawns was about to become useless, and the caller had asked if she wanted to save them.

A mere pawn wasn't worth the effort.

What she needed to do was ensure this useless pawn remained silent forever, and under no circumstances could Alistair Worthington find out about it.

Rosamund removed her makeup and smirked at her reflection. Fortunately, she had plenty of money now, and money made problems disappear. Using memories from her past life, she had made a fortune in stocks and investments, filling her accounts both at home and abroad.

This method of making money wouldn't last forever, but that didn't matter. Soon, she would be Mrs. Windsor—a position that was a truly inexhaustible treasure trove.