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.

Four whole hours, was this the "a bit late" she was referring to? Raymond found himself questioning her sense of time. When had he ever waited this long for someone? However, upon seeing her message, his irritation ebbed slightly, and he managed to muster the self-control to reply with his location.

But then, another message from Selena arrived.

Selena: [It's gotten a bit late, how about I see Mr. Montague tomorrow instead?] Reading this, Raymond's anger flared up once again.

Raymond: [Cnow.] After typing those words, he slowly deleted them.

Raymond: [As you wish.] That was his curt reply before he stood up, leaving the gift on his desk untouched, and exited the office.

Upon returning to his hotel, the anger still smoldered within him. But Raymond was the type of man whose anger made him more composed, never allowing it to distract him.

It was then that Alex called, asking if Raymond had returned to town and if he was up for a drink.

It was almost a given that Alex's calls meant drinks.

Having 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 calm so profound it conveyed an unnerving chill.

While waiting at a red 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 tie at him and was now observing him with interest. "Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Montague." Raymond offered him a cool glance and then rolled the window back up.

When the light turned green, he pressed on the gas. However, unexpectedly, a car-Caterlington's-cut in front of him.

Raymond's face hardened as he floored the pedal.

Caterlington was merely teasing, having seen 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, he would've been rear-ended severely.

"Damn it!" He cursed, his competitive spirit now fully ignited, as he saw Raymond's car speed ahead and promptly gave chase.

Both of them floored the gas, weaving through the early evening traffic. With a new housing development underway on the outskirts, the road was swarming with semi-trucks.

Where there are trucks aplenty, danger is never far behind.

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

Raymond's ride, though armored to presidential levels, couldn't outpace a professional race car.

But Raymond was going so fast it nearly gave Caterlington a heartm attack, especially as he watched truck after truck zoom past in front of Raymond's swerving vehicle. He couldn't help thinking, was all this really necessary just for a little tease? Caterlington couldn't resist the urge to push the pedal to the metal, yet he could only ever see the back of Raymond's car.

It wasn't until they reached the bar that Raymond finally pulled over and stepped out without a moment's hesitation.

A minute later, Caterlington parked behind him. It seemed they were headed to the sspot tonight.

Caterlington approached with a grin. "Mr. Montague, with skills like that, you could be on the track." Raymond gave him a glance, his eyes light and dismissive, he retorted, "You're just not up to par," before walking away.

Caterlington stood there, slightly Oand disheveled, took a deep breath, and reminded himself, he's not as crazy a Raymond; no need to drive a fortified vehicle like it's a racing car.

Ruthless. Heartless. "Serves you right for not recognizing your own wife!"

Caterlington muttered, then dialed his mechanic, "Tow my car in my car in forca m tune-up with you? Bloody hell, can't even outpace a stock car." The guy on the other end got an earful without a clue why.