Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 327

Willow slipped her phone into her pocket and hurried upstairs.

As she unlocked the door, the apartment was shrouded in darkness.

It was late—her dad was probably already in bed.

She forced herself to calm down, flicked on the living room lights, and headed straight for her father’s room.

The bedroom was still dark. Willow knocked gently on the door, calling, “Dad? Are you asleep?”

No answer.

A surge of anxiety broke through her composure. She pushed the door open and switched on the light.

The room was empty.

Panic tightened in her chest.

But then she tried to reassure herself—maybe her dad was just staying at the faculty dorms tonight and hadn’t come home. It wouldn’t be the first time.

She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Klein’s number.

No luck. The call wouldn’t go through.

Willow’s heart plummeted.

Fighting the rising wave of dread, she called her dad’s colleague, Mr. Bryce.

The call connected after a few rings.

“Mr. Bryce, it’s Willow. Did you see my dad at the university today?” she asked, her voice urgent.

“Willa?” Mr. Bryce sounded groggy, as if she’d woken him from sleep, his voice thick and scratchy.

“Yes, Mr. Bryce, did you see my dad today? Do you know when?”

“Your dad?” Mr. Bryce seemed to clear his head a bit. “He didn’t have any evening classes. After his big lecture this afternoon, he just left.”

“Did he go back to the dorms or head home?” Willow pressed. Mr. Bryce’s faculty apartment was right next door to her father’s dorm room.

He must have picked up on the anxiety in her voice. She heard muffled shuffling over the line. “Hold on, I’ll go knock on his door.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bryce. Really.”

Willow clutched her phone, heart pounding.

She followed the trail of surveillance footage, tracking her father’s car all the way to its final destination—a five-star Windsor & Co. hotel.

Willow’s eyes hardened to ice. She slammed her laptop shut and grabbed her keys.

As soon as she stepped into the elevator, her phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message from Ryan.

He wanted to know how things were going—if she’d managed to find her father.

Willow hesitated, unsure how to respond.

If she told Ryan the truth, he would definitely rush over to help. But if something unexpected happened at the hotel, she didn’t want her father’s reputation to be at risk.

She couldn’t afford to take that chance. Her fingers hovered uncertainly over the screen.

Lost in thought, she barely noticed the elevator doors opening into the parking garage.

Willow stepped out, determined to check out the hotel herself before involving anyone else.

But as she approached her car, she froze.

Standing beside it was a figure she would recognize anywhere, even in the dark—even if he’d been reduced to ashes.