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.

"a bit

of time. When

seeing her message, his irritation ebbed slightly, and he managed to

another message from

[It's gotten a bit late, how

Raymond's anger flared up once

Raymond: [Come now.]

those words,

Raymond: [As you wish.]

leaving the gift on his

smoldered within him. But Raymond was the type of man whose

returned to town

was almost a given

finished his business, Raymond drove to meet him. His wrist was 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

Caterlington in a dark red suit, who had

glance and then rolled the

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

face hardened as he floored

the icy look on Raymond's face earlier that evening. But he hadn't anticipated Raymond's car

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

the gas, weaving through the early evening traffic. With a new housing development underway on

there are trucks aplenty, danger is never

his sports car, a beast he'd personally souped up. It packed