Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 487 Serves You Right for Not Recognizing Your Own Wife!

Selena cast a fleeting glance at the incoming message, her gaze then drifting to the mountainous pile of documents on her desk, all awaiting her attention.

She responded to the message with a quick text.

Selena: [I might be a bit late]

Raymond: [Okay.]

Having sent her response, Selena set her phone aside, immersing herself in the paperwork with a newfound determination.

When she finally emerged from the sea of documents, she glanced out the window to find the sky darkening. She was taken aback by the late hour. Swiftly, she picked up her phone again. Four hours had slipped by since her last exchange with Raymond.

A small crease of worry formed on her forehead. Surely, Raymond wasn't still waiting for her?

Selena: [Mr. Montague, where are you at?]

Raymond: [The company]

Inside the office, the air was thick with tension. Earlier in the evening, the executives had reported to Raymond, immediately sensing his foul mood.

As one of them exited the office, he seemed almost shaky, hastily warning a colleague about to enter, "The boss is in a bad mood, tread lightly."

As a result, those who had planned to report that night lost their nerve and dared not enter the office.

whole hours, was this the "a bit late" she was referring

sense of time. When had he

upon seeing her message, his irritation ebbed slightly, and he managed to muster the self-control to reply with

another message from

gotten a bit late, how about I

this, Raymond's anger

Raymond: [Come now.]

typing those words, he

Raymond: [As you wish.]

his curt reply before he stood up, leaving the

still smoldered within him. But Raymond was the type of man whose anger made him more

Raymond had returned to town and if he was up for

given

adorned only with a watch, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel firmly. His eyes held the depth of the night, his entire demeanor radiating a calm so profound it conveyed an

light, he was startled by a knock on his window. Frowning, he rolled it down to find Caterlington in a dark red suit, who had just tossed a bow

offered him a cool glance and

green, he pressed on the gas. However, unexpectedly, a car-Caterlington's-cut in front

face hardened as he floored

But he hadn't anticipated Raymond's car barreling towards him, nearly causing a collision.

his competitive spirit now fully ignited, as he saw Raymond's car speed

them floored the gas, weaving through the early evening traffic. With a new housing development underway on the outskirts, the road was swarming

there are trucks aplenty, danger is never far

driving, and tonight he was in his sports car, a beast he'd personally souped up. It packed