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

When had

ebbed slightly, and he

then, another message from

bit late, how about I see Mr.

Raymond's anger flared up once

Raymond: [Come now.]

those words,

Raymond: [As you wish.]

was his curt reply before he stood up, leaving the gift on his

the anger still smoldered within him. But Raymond was the

if Raymond had returned to town and if he was up for

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

red light, he was startled by a knock on his window. Frowning, he rolled it down to find Caterlington in a

cool glance and then rolled the window

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

as he floored the

the icy look on Raymond's face earlier that evening. But he hadn't anticipated Raymond's car barreling towards him, nearly causing a collision. Had Caterlington not swerved in the nick of time,

it!" He cursed, his competitive spirit now fully ignited, as he saw Raymond's

of them floored the gas, weaving through the early evening traffic. With a new housing development underway

are trucks aplenty, danger is

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