Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 297

After Elara gave him the cold shoulder, Julian finally mustered the nerve to text Sebastian.

Knowing about his trip to the auction, the jewelry purchase, and actually having a connection to Elara... there was literally no one else on the planet but Sebastian who fit the profile.

After hitting send, Julian's stomach tied itself into knots.

If it wasn't Sebastian, it meant he'd have to start his investigation from scratch, but it would at least be a massive relief.

But if Sebastian really was the mole...

Julian honestly had no idea how he would handle that.

Sebastian was the golden boy of both the Vance and Beckett families. Not only would Maddox Beckett protect him fiercely, but even if Julian somehow managed to circumvent the old man, taking any kind of action against Sebastian was damn near impossible.

After Sebastian's mother passed away, Old Mr. Vance had ordered a constant security detail around him. Though Sebastian loathed having bodyguards shadowing him as an adult, he was never truly alone in public.

Take Finnian Fletcher, his executive assistant, who grew up alongside him and went overseas for school with him.

He looked like a mild-mannered assistant, but he was actually handpicked from the military by Old Mr. Vance, following Sebastian abroad immediately after his discharge.

If Finnian wasn't hovering nearby, it meant a discreet security detail was.

Julian didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell of touching him.

Let alone causing physical harm, even adopting a slightly aggressive tone would likely get reported straight back to the Vance patriarch.

Julian had zero desire to make an enemy of the Vance family.

Especially not now, of all times.

If he provoked Sebastian and the Vances, Maddox Beckett would absolutely eviscerate him. Both he and his mother would be in an impossible position.

As he waited for a reply, Julian prayed for the hundredth time that Sebastian would deny it.

Unfortunately, his prayers fell on deaf ears.

Sebastian: [Yeah. I told her.]

Sebastian had never intended to hide it.

In fact, even if Julian hadn't suspected him, he would have found a way to rub it in his face.

On any other matter, they might have maintained the fragile illusion of familial civility.

But when it came to Elara, all bets were off.

He had waited ten agonizing years for Elara to leave Julian.

Now that the moment was finally here, only an absolute idiot would cower behind the facade of being "relatives."

As long as he harbored feelings for Elara, he and Julian were destined to be at each other's throats.

At least, that was how he saw it.

After sending his reply, Sebastian kept the chat open.

Sure enough, Julian's response came in hot: [Why?]

Sebastian leaned back lazily on his sofa and typed out a careless response: [Why what? I saw it, so I told her. Simple.]

Julian clearly hadn't expected such brazen honesty, because his reply didn't come immediately.

About five or six minutes passed—enough time for Sebastian to clear out a few work emails—before Julian finally texted back.

[Did you also hand over my auction receipts to Elara?]

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