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Chapter 181 – Watch Out, I’m The Lady Boss (Eleanor & Sebastian) Novel Free Online

Posted on October 31, 2025 by thisisterrisun

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After that, no phone tonight.

I felt my pulse climbing.

Prescott typed out: [You up?]

We stood on the pavement, a few feet from the edge, watching the screen.

The display dimmed.

Still nothing.

“She’s probably out cold,” he muttered.

“She told me she sleeps at ten sharp.”

I exhaled, disappointed.

“Fine. We’ll try again tomorrow”

We turned towards the hotel. Hadn’t even gone ten steps when his phone pinged.

“Your phone just went off,” I said.

“Check if it’s her.”

He unlocked his phone.

It was from Priya.

I saw her profile photo flash on the screen.

“Perfect.” I jabbed his arm.

“Call her. I’ll talk.”

He hesitated but tapped the icon.

The line rang once before she picked up.

“Priya? You’ve got a sec?”

“Elean? Yeah, what’s going on?”

“I lost my phone,” I said quickly.

“No idea where. I’ve got nothing on me, no card, no cash, can’t buy a new one right now-“

“I’ll transfer Presco the money,” she said before I could finish.

“You grab one tonight.”

“Yes, thank you. You’re the best. I’ll pay you back as soon as I get home.”

“No rush,” she said.

I was about to hang up when I remembered.

“Wait, do you have Yvaine’s number?”

“I do.”

“Tell her my phone’s gone. Ask her to message Sebastian.ust let him know I’m okay, and I’ll reach out once I’ve got a new one,”

“Got it. Leave it to me.”

Chapte Ch r 203 Uncontactable The second the call ended, Prescott’s phone buzzed again,

He opened the app and tapped the “accept transfer” button.

Priya had sent two grand.

That covered the phone.

Sebastian too-Priya could pass on the message.

Prescott stared at his screen.

His head was down, fringe dipping over his eyes.

“What’s the hold-up?” I asked.

“If you stall any longer, the shop’s going to close.”

He blinked hard and straightened up.

“Right. Sorry, I zoned out a bit.” He yawned.

“I’m ordering now.”

Once the confirmation came through, I felt the pressure ease in my chest.

Sebastian would know I was safe.

That was enough for tonight.

We kept walking toward the hotel.

The pavement was dry, but the air smelled faintly of car exhaust and fried onions from the halal cart at the corner.

Prescott stopped abruptly.

“Wait. That name you said earlier, Sebastian. Was that Sebastian Laurent?”

“Yeah.”

“You know him?”

“He’s my husband.”

He jerked his head around, wide-eyed.

“Wait-hold on. You and him? Married?”

I showed him my ring.

“I thought you would’ve seen this a long time ago.”

“Yeah, I did. I just… I never made the connection. Wait, mean, if he’s your husband, why the hell is he messing around with Rowan Hale? That’s just foul. Two timing piece of”

“He’s not like that.” I frowned.

“But the photo!”

“It could be staged. Photoshopped. Who knows.”

“But that’s twice now he’s been caught with Rowan.” Prescott sounded indignant, though I wasn’t sure if it was for me or for his beloved singer idol.

“I believe him,” I said simply.

“He won’t cheat.”

“How long have you been married?”

“Not long,” I said evasively.

“Why?”

“You’ve seen the Marilyn Monroe filim, The Seven Yearch?”

“No, but I’ve heard the phrase.”

“Then you know what I mean.”

“I really don’t,” I said dryly.

This conversation was beginning to annoy me.

“Guys tend to stray after they’ve been married for a long time. I’m a guy. I know.”

“That may be true for some guys, but not Sebastian.”

“I’m just saying, you should be careful. The guy’s rich, right? He could be keeping another-“

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

Prescott shut up.

We were outside the hotel when he stopped.

“You should go up, get some rest. I’ll bring your phone when it gets here. I used the hotel’s front desk for the delivery address.”

“No need. I’ll wait down here. You go grab some sleep. You look tired.” 1

His mouth opened slightly, then he nodded and walked off without arguing.

I stayed in the lobby, on a stiff velvet armchair that smelled faintly of bleach.

Ten minutes later, the concierge handed me the parcel.

I tore through the packaging, powered it on, set up the Wi-Fi, and made sure everything was working.

Only after that did I go upstairs.

There was no SIM card, though.

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