The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 117

Lucy hadn't walked far before she encountered a business partner.

She immediately switched to fluent French to converse with them. The usual coldness on her face faded, replaced by a faint smile, softening her entire aura.

On the other side, Kingsley and Jules chatted briefly before he turned to leave with Peter.

Hearing Lucy's authentic French, he wasn't surprised—he had long discovered she hid too many secrets. The lively, cheerful, career-ambivalent appearance from before was all fake; the decisive career woman before him now was the reality.

Even her past obedience now seemed like a carefully crafted mask.

Peter suddenly nudged Kingsley with his elbow, raising an eyebrow as he suggested, "I'm going to go say hi to your ex-wife?"

Kingsley glanced at him and stated with certainty, "She won't give you the time of day."

"Just need thick skin," Peter grinned, nonchalant. "Being rejected by a beauty is nothing shameful."

Kingsley didn't bother to respond. Peter strode toward Lucy on his long legs.

Holding a glass of red wine, he spoke familiarly. "Hi, beautiful, we meet again."

Lucy glanced up at him, her tone distant. "Sorry, you have the wrong person."

"I never mistake a beauty," Peter said, smiling and shaking his wine glass, his tone deliberately flirtatious.

Lucy curled her lips into a sneer and stated firmly, "You're hitting on the wrong person—I like women."

With that, holding her wine glass, she turned and walked away with elegant steps, not giving Peter another glance.

Peter was left speechless on the spot, opening and closing his mouth without uttering a word.

In his mind, however, he began to speculate, convinced that Kingsley's divorce was because his ex-wife was a lesbian.

He quickly chased back to Kingsley, his tone certain and curious. "Your wife is gay, right? Is that why you divorced?"

Kingsley didn't even lift his eyelids. He snorted a single word through his nose, full of mockery: "Idiot."

With that, he downed his red wine in one gulp and turned to walk out of the venue.

Peter was stunned for two seconds before reacting, complaining at his back, "Kingsley, why are you insulting me!"

He smoked two in a row and stood outside for a long time. Once the smell of smoke on him had mostly dissipated, he walked toward the banquet hall.

Peter spotted him immediately and came over to tease, "Yo, went out for a quick bite? Why do you smell faintly of perfume?"

Kingsley glared at him, his tone filled with disgust. "You think everyone is as desperate as you?"

"Kingsley, you're ruining my reputation!" Peter handed him a glass of wine, pretending to be offended.

Kingsley took a sip and retorted flatly, "Do you have a reputation to speak of?"

Peter immediately put on a wounded look. "I can't talk to you anymore. Let's stop here!"

As soon as he finished, he couldn't help laughing and leaned in to probe, "Seriously, why exactly did you and your ex-wife divorce? I'm so curious."

Kingsley glanced at him, his tone indifferent. "If you're curious, go ask her yourself."

"She left ages ago," Peter spread his hands. "And even if she hadn't, she might not tell me if I asked."

Kingsley shoved his empty glass into Peter's hand and dropped two words: "I'm leaving."