The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 104

"Okay," Kingsley replied with just one word, his tone revealing little emotion.

Bacchus had more to say, but swallowed the words, ending with a soft, "Get some rest."

Hanging up, Kingsley grabbed his phone, stood up, and left the study for his bedroom.

The next morning.

Kingsley arrived at Sterling Group and immediately ran into Sean and Wyatt coming out of a meeting.

Wyatt, dressed in a sharp white suit, was clinging to Sean, his tone bordering on whining. "Bro, three days really isn't enough. I'm not asking for a week, but surely five days is okay?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Kingsley. A flicker of disdain crossed his features, and he let out a deliberate, provocative snort, his attitude brazenly dismissive.

Sean, having no patience for Wyatt's complaints, brightened only when he saw Kingsley. "Ah, Mr. Sherwood is here."

The two of them fell into step, walking toward the office.

Wyatt followed sulkily, his mouth still running. "Bro, think about it. Just getting to Switzerland takes a day. Two days left isn't enough to do anything!"

Sean didn't look back. "Is the country not big enough for you? Why run so far?"

"I have business there!" Wyatt chased them into the office, plopping onto a desk edge. "Just give me five days. I promise I'll work hard when I get back! No slacking!"

Meanwhile, Kingsley sat on the sofa in the lounge area. His fingers had been tapping his thigh casually, but when the word "Switzerland" drifted into his ears, his hand paused, and his eyes darkened.

Sean, worn down, finally relented. "If you want to go, submit a leave request to HR."

"If you can't discipline him properly, I won't mind doing it for you next time," Kingsley said flatly, though the threat was palpable.

"No, no, I'll definitely have a talk with him!" Sean laughed apologetically, grabbing a project file from his desk and sitting opposite Kingsley. He handed the document over.

Kingsley remained silent, flipping through the proposal carefully.

Finally, he raised his head, his tone resolute. "I won't be involved. It's a conflict of interest."

Sean slapped his forehead, laughing at himself. "Ah, I completely forgot about that!"

He checked his watch and stood up. "It's lunchtime. Come on, my treat."