Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 875

Dean was completely out of ideas. Hoping to spark her interest, he reached out to the principal of the island’s school and arranged for her to teach the children.

At last, Emmy perked up a little. “I want to teach computers,” she said.

Dean felt his chest tighten. He shut that down right away. “How about a language class? The school actually needs a Chinese teacher.”

The excitement faded from Emmy’s eyes, but she just nodded without arguing. She threw herself into teaching the kids Chinese, showing them how to write the characters, putting real effort into it.

One afternoon, Emmy was in the classroom, leading the kids in a Chinese song. Dean stood outside the window, watching her. She looked so much more alive here than she ever did at the villa, and for the first time in a while, he felt like he could breathe again.

Just then, his assistant hurried over and spoke in a low voice. “Sir, the surveillance has picked up a yacht in our private waters. The people on board say they’re with the Blue Reef National Grid project. The man in charge, Mr. Aldridge, wants to come ashore and meet the owner of the island.”

Dean tensed up immediately. “Which Mr. Aldridge? Show me the footage.”

The assistant handed over a tablet. On the screen, a white yacht floated in the bright blue water. Standing on deck was Andrew, unmistakable, and next to him was a woman in sunglasses. Teresa.

Dean’s expression darkened. He’d gotten word a few days ago that these two had arrived in Fiji, and he’d already guessed what they were after. He just hadn’t expected them to find this place so quickly.

He shoved the tablet back at his assistant. “Tell them I’m not available.”

The assistant started to leave, but Dean called him back. “Wait.”

His mind was racing. If he refused to see them, they would only get more suspicious. Maybe it would be smarter to let them in.

A cold smile tugged at his lips. “You go, and take your wife. Welcome them to the villa. You know what to say, and what not to say.”

Better to let them see for themselves and put their doubts to rest than to have them guessing from the outside. “Yes, sir,” the assistant replied at once.

Dean grabbed another tablet and watched every move Andrew and Teresa made, tracking them through the island’s security cameras.

She barely made it to the entrance before two tall local guards blocked her way. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but this area is private. We don’t want to disturb the residents.”

Teresa gave them a friendly smile. “I mean no harm. I just thought the scenery was beautiful and wanted to chat with some of the locals.”

“I’m sorry, but those are the owner’s rules.” The guard’s voice was polite but firm, making it clear he wasn’t going to budge.

“I just wanted to ask—”

“Ma’am, please return to the villa.”

Seeing she wasn’t getting anywhere, Teresa had no choice but to head back. A little while later, Andrew came out of the villa, shaking hands with the dark-skinned “island owner” as they said goodbye.

One after the other, Andrew and Teresa boarded the yacht and pulled away from the stunning pink sand island. They sailed until the island was just a blurry speck behind them, and only then did Andrew finally speak, voice low. “Teresa, did you see anything?”