Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 11

RAVEL

A few paces away from the closed door, my gaze fixated on the wedding portrait of Hazel and me that adorned the wall. The longer I stared at it, the more Elenor’s words echoed in my mind, seeping into my consciousness. Perhaps there was a painful truth hidden within her twisted remarks-I was undeniably tormented in my own mind.

Lost in my thoughts, I remained fixated on the photograph, desperately searching for answers amidst the chaos of my emotions. It was in this vulnerable moment that a knock reverberated through my office, interrupting my thought.

At first, I contemplated ignoring the intrusion, wanting to be left alone with my thoughts. But when Raymond, announced his presence, I reluctantly granted him permission to enter. He stepped into my office, offering a slight nod as a gesture of acknowledgment.

Without diverting my gaze from the picture, I posed a direct question to Raymond. “Were you able to track it down?” My voice held a tinge of frustration as I awaited his response.

“No, sir,” he replied, his voice tinged with defeat. The clenching of my jaw revealed my mounting anger. “Just like last time, the device was promptly switched off after the text was sent, and it possesses robust security measures.”

I scoffed, my disappointment palpable. “So, in simpler terms, you’re highlighting your incompetence.” Sliding both hands into my pockets, I returned to my seat, the frustration radiating from my entire being. “How many times have I entrusted you with this task, and how many times have you come up short?”

“I apologize, sir,” he muttered, his words failing to pacify my annoyance. The last thing I wanted was an apology that carried no weight. Before I could unleash a fitting response to his unwanted apology, a knock sounded twice on the door, followed by it swinging open, revealing June’s face peering in.

She offered a warm smile in my direction. “Rose is here to see you,” she informed me.

out a weary sigh, I ran a hand down my face in exasperation. “Bring

made my feelings clear. “Your apologies mean nothing to me, Raymond. Find

will, boss,” he

back into his seat. I shifted my focus to Rose,

home.

crucial that you felt the need to track me down at my

purse, she produced an invitation card. “This invitation has been sitting on your desk for over a week now, and they’ve been pestering me for a

the boxed invitation, my brows furrowed in confusion. “What does art have to do with

Rose shifted into her professional demeanor. “Apparently, they believe you possess great talent in designing and creating jewelry. If that doesn’t

think I have the time for this?” I dismissed the invitation, tossing it back into the box before

throat, capturing our attention. Both sets

Chapter 11

this about the AICA-USA Award?” he inquired, his tone

replied with a furrowed brow, clearly indicating her preference for discussing

to me, and he hesitated for a moment before responding. “Not much,” he admitted. “What I do know is that Ms. Hazel has been nominated and stands a good chance of receiving an

deadpanned. “I was hoping to get you involved since you’ve been declining all public