The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 119

With that, he turned and walked to the front desk, decisively paying the bill for Lucy's table.

When Peter returned to the private room, Kingsley was on the phone. In the end, Kingsley only gave a faint reply, "No. returning in a few days," before hanging up.

Peter immediately leaned in, his tone carrying a hint of spectating glee. "Your ex-wife just said she doesn't want any involvement with anyone around you. Kingsley, let me tell you, if you really try to get back together, with my understanding of women, you're going to crash and burn."

Kingsley glanced up at him, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You understand women? Are you joking with me?"

Peter laughed instead of getting angry, shrugging his shoulders. "Don't believe me? go ahead and try."

"My business doesn't need your concern." Kingsley looked away, his voice turning colder.

"I'm just giving you a heads-up as a friend." Peter pouted, sounding slightly aggrieved.

Kingsley picked up the water glass in front of him, took a sip of warm water, and set it down, looking at him with a dark gaze and a warning tone. "Don't go provoking her again."

"I know, I know." Peter waved his hand, recalling the rejection earlier, and said helplessly, "She didn't give me any face at all. I'm not going to humiliate myself."

Kingsley said no more, his fingers rubbing the side of the glass, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

In the main hall, Lucy and Emma finished their meal and got up to pay at the front desk, only to be told by the staff, "Hello, the bill for your table has already been paid."

Lucy frowned slightly, instantly guessing who had done it.

She didn't ask further questions. She took cash directly from her bag and handed it to the clerk. "Trouble you to pass this money to the gentleman who paid the bill later."

Kingsley shook off his hand, his face darkening. "Just manage your own affairs."

"Fine. Ignore me then." Peter shrugged and didn't persuade him further.

The two parted ways after leaving the restaurant parking lot.

Kingsley sat in his car, loosened the top button of his shirt, grabbed a bottle of water from the compartment, twisted it open, and drank several mouthfuls.

A moment later, he tapped a message on his phone to Shane: [Check which partners The Holt Group has back in the country.]

Almost instantly, Shane's reply popped up: [Received, Mr. Sherwood.]