The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 116

"Kingsley, take a break. You can never finish earning all the money in the world," he drawled.

Kingsley looked up and swept a glance at him, his tone tinged with disdain. "Do you have nowhere else to go?"

"Actually, no. I have to rely on you for shelter," Thurston said with righteous confidence.

Kingsley didn't stop writing, casually throwing out a remark, "Are you sure Jane loves you?"

At this, Thurston instantly bolted upright from the sofa, frowning. "Who would she love if not me? Would she willingly give birth to two children for me if she didn't? Stop trying to drive a wedge between us!"

The words acted like a fine needle, precisely pricking a specific spot in Kingsley.

The hand signing the document paused for half a second, his fingertips curling imperceptibly, before returning to normal. He continued to sign his name on the document as if the pause had been an illusion.

Near the end of the workday, there was a gentle knock on Lucy's office door.

She was looking down, drawing a design draft, and didn't look up, simply responding, "Come in."

Jules walked in, dressed in a vest, shirt, and trousers, with his suit jacket draped over his arm.

He pulled out the chair in front of Lucy's desk and sat down, smiling. "Designer Lynwood, joining the gala tonight?"

Lucy didn't even lift her eyelashes. Her pen continued to glide across the paper as she gave a soft "Mm."

Half an hour later, at the gala venue.

Just as Lucy and Jules arrived, they saw several executives talking together. Seeing Jules, someone immediately called out, "Mr. Holt!"

Jules walked over with a smile, greeting them one by one. When his gaze swept over Kingsley, his expression paused slightly before he nodded. "Mr. Sherwood."

The remark clearly pointed to something—last week, The Holt Group had just rejected a project the two sides had previously agreed upon. The reason given was that the company couldn't spare designers, and no one was willing to go on a cross-border assignment.

The smile on Jules' face didn't fade, and his tone was sincere. "You jest, Mr. Sherwood. The Holt Group is merely a minnow compared to the shark that is Sherwood Group. Gaining the favor of Sherwood Group and yourself is an honor for us. It's just that the project is indeed too far away, and no one on the team is willing to be stationed in the country long-term."

He picked up a glass of red wine from a waiter's tray nearby and raised it to Kingsley. "I hope there will be opportunities for collaboration when I return to the domestic market in the future."

With that, the glasses clinked lightly.

"Mr. Sherwood, bottoms up."

Jules tipped his head back and drained the wine.

Kingsley only took a sip. His gaze landed on the wine stain on the glass wall as he said indifferently, "Let's collaborate later."