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.

somehow managed to find her way to my home. Letting out a weary sigh, I ran a hand down

clear. “Your apologies mean

boss,” he

him back into his seat. I shifted my

home.

me down at my house?”

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 response,” she

does art have

professional demeanor. “Apparently, they believe you possess great talent in designing and creating jewelry. If that doesn’t fall under the realm of art, I’m

dismissed the invitation, tossing it back into the box before pushing it towards Rose. “I already have more than enough on my plate, and dedicating awards to artists whom I

his throat, capturing our attention. Both sets of eyes turned

Chapter 11

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

discussing the matter with me rather than Raymond.

hesitated for a moment before responding. “Not much,” he admitted. “What I do know is that Ms. Hazel has been

evident. “Well, that’s just great!” she deadpanned. “I was hoping to get you involved since you’ve been declining all public appearances for the past