The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 103

Two days later in Switzerland, as the first light of dawn broke.

Thurston drove Jane and Molly to Lucy's estate.

Just as the car came to a halt, his gaze was drawn to something nearby—a small figure riding a scooter. The child's brow and eyes were a carbon copy of Kingsley's.

Thurston stared, lost in thought. *This kid is a lot more likeable than Kingsley,* he mused.

"What are you looking at?" Jane's voice cut through his reverie.

Thurston snapped back to reality, quickly covering up. "Nothing. I wasn't looking at anything. Didn't see a thing."

He stepped forward, planted a gentle kiss on Jane's forehead, and said, "Call me when you're ready to head back. I'll come pick you up."

With that, he turned, got back into the car, started the engine, and slowly drove away.

Back at his accommodation, Thurston couldn't resist the urge. He opened his chat with Kingsley and typed: [Kingsley, take my advice and treat me better!]

On the other end, Kingsley had just stepped out of the shower. Seeing the message, he found it ridiculous and replied curtly: [In your dreams!]

"Hah." Thurston chuckled, his fingers flying across the screen: [Can't dream, I'm in Switzerland!]

He tossed the phone onto the corner of the table, a playful smirk curving his lips. "Kingsley, I gave you a chance. You didn't take it, so don't blame me later!"

Hardly had he finished speaking when his phone vibrated. It was a voice message. He played it, and a stern female voice rang out:

[Thurston, if you dare try anything funny and leak the truth about Seven to Kingsley, expect to receive divorce papers!]

He set the empty glass on the coffee table, stood up with long strides, and went straight upstairs to his study.

Kingsley sat in his office chair, leaning back until he sank into the soft leather, exuding a sense of laziness. The phone on his desk vibrated. Seeing Bacchus's name, he tapped to answer.

Bacchus's warm, calm voice came through: "Still busy?"

"No. Something up?" Kingsley's voice carried the indolence of relaxation.

"Tomorrow is Mom's birthday. Remember to pick out a gift for her. We're having a family dinner tonight. Dad is coming back too," Bacchus said slowly.

Hearing the word "gift," Kingsley's eyes grew cold. A barely perceptible sneer touched his lips. "A gift? She'd probably prefer cash."

Bacchus was silent for a moment, ignoring the barb. "Just arrange your schedule. Cancel your evening engagements and come home for dinner."