From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 137

Kailynn never wasted a second. The moment I mentioned my suspicion, she pulled out her phone and called someone up, promising the tech guy would be here in ten minutes, tops.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, someone showed up—but not the technician I was expecting. Instead, it was that cute guy from the new East-meets-West startup, the one Kailynn had just signed a contract with. Gone was the bar uniform. Now he wore an embroidered long robe with a modern twist, his strikingly Western features making the whole look even more eye-catching. He walked over with a lazy, almost teasing stride, turning heads with his effortless charm.

“Little Bao, do me a favor and check these for your sister Avery, will you? My phone, car keys, jewelry—this is everything I’ve got on me. See if there’s anything fishy.”

Little Bao?

How could someone so tall and heartbreakingly good-looking be called Little Bao?

I was so surprised I choked on my water, coughing until I had to pound my chest.

Little Bao didn’t even blink, like he’d seen this reaction a million times. He pulled a tiny gadget from his pocket—looked like a recorder—and flipped it on, then started checking my stuff with a focus that was almost surgical.

And, just as I feared, my suspicions were right.

My phone had hidden tracking and listening software. Inside my car, he found not one but two tracking devices. Every gadget that could record anything was linked straight to Remy’s phone. That insanely expensive blue diamond ring? It had a miniature bug in it—the kind you only ever hear about in spy movies.

So while I thought I was putting distance between me and Remy, he’d actually been watching my every move, every moment, without me knowing.

He knew everything I did. He even knew Blake was my divorce lawyer.

He knew it all, and never said a word.

Turns out, I was completely wrong about Remy. He was never the loving dad or gentle partner I thought he was. He was a master manipulator, a businessman with a mind like a steel trap.

If he’d really wanted to protect me, would I have nearly died that morning when Cindy had her allergic reaction?

The next day was Saturday—a real day off for once. No early alarms, no breakfast to make, no one to take care of, no work stress, no boss or clients to tiptoe around. Pure bliss.

I’d already gone dress shopping two nights in a row and still hadn’t found anything I liked, so I decided to drag Kailynn out for round three. Georgia Bay was huge, packed with brand stores—I refused to believe there wasn’t a perfect dress for me out there.

I definitely wasn’t expecting to hear from Blake that weekend. Ms. Greenwood, Mr. Swanson and I are heading to Willowstead for a cocktail party. Word is Mr. White might show up. Want to come?

Was that even a real question? Of course I wanted to go.

After all, I’d thought my shot at working with Mr. White was long gone. I couldn’t believe I was getting another chance.