Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 60

"Huh?"

Finnian Fletcher's hand trembled as he took the envelope, fully convinced he was hallucinating. "E-Elara? Julian Beckett's wife?"

Sebastian despised how that sounded. The moment the words left Finnian's mouth, he was met with a lethal glare.

Finnian: "..."

Understood. He guessed right.

It was just...

Finnian had personally compiled this entire dossier. It was packed with undeniable proof of Julian's cheating, alongside a mountain of evidence detailing his recent shady financial maneuvering.

Mailing this kind of ammunition straight to the man's wife... wasn't that basically dropping a nuke on Julian's marriage and his company?

Granted, Julian brought it on himself and deserved absolutely zero sympathy.

But Sebastian technically called the man Uncle.

Was it really a good idea to obliterate his own uncle like this?

Finnian stared down at the manila envelope, then back up at Sebastian, needing absolute confirmation. "Mr. Vance, are you absolutely sure you want this sent to Elara?"

Sebastian propped his elbow on the armrest, resting his chin casually on his index and middle fingers. His cold, piercing eyes locked onto him. "Did you just land from another planet, or did you suddenly forget how to speak English?"

"..."

Finnian offered a tight, professional smile and clutched the envelope. "I'll get it shipped immediately."

This involved Mr. Vance's actual family. If setting this bomb off ended up destroying the Vance family's internal peace, what if the blame fell back on him?

He was just a humble corporate drone. He absolutely did not want to become the collateral damage in a billionaire family feud.

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By the time Elara got home, the housekeeper was already preparing lunch.

They ate together, and while the housekeeper went to take a nap, Elara headed upstairs.

Elara meticulously scrolled through the files, screen-recording every single damning piece of evidence. In the blink of an eye, hours vanished.

It was Friday, meaning preschool let out early.

When her phone alarm went off, Elara instantly stopped the screen recording, changed her clothes, and grabbed her things to go pick up Melody.

They didn't have any errands to run, but Elara used the excuse of "Friday afternoon rush hour makes it impossible to get an Uber" to have Lester drive her to the preschool.

Just as she hung up the phone, an unknown number dialed in.

It was a courier.

Deliveries to the gated estate were usually signed for and held by the front desk, and couriers only ever called the residents directly for highly valuable parcels.

Elara racked her brain trying to remember her recent online purchases. She hadn't bought anything expensive. Worried there might be an issue with a package, she hesitated for a second before answering.

"Hello, is this Ms. Elara Sterling?" the courier asked politely.