The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 127

The message was from Peter, and his intentions couldn't have been more transparent.

Shane glanced up at his boss's expression and sighed inwardly. Wasn't this just blatantly ripping open Mr. Sherwood's old wounds? Then again, perhaps it wasn't a wound at all.

In all likelihood, Peter was trying to persuade Mr. Sherwood to move on.

Kingsley lowered his gaze to the screen. In the video, Lucy was chatting happily with Jules, both of their faces lit up with relaxed, genuine smiles.

His eyes darkened instantly. "Do they look like a match?" he asked abruptly, his voice cold.

Shane answered without thinking, "No way! Definitely not a match. Mr. Holt clearly isn't Miss Lynwood's type."

"Oh?" Kingsley looked up at him, a playful yet dangerous edge to his tone. "You know her well? You're close?"

Shane's heart skipped a beat. He cursed himself silently—his attempt at flattery had backfired spectacularly.

He quickly composed his features and scrambled for a safe answer. "I don't know Miss Lynwood personally, sir, but based on my observation, I'd say she leans more towards men who are... mature and steady."

Kingsley didn't respond. After a few seconds of heavy silence, he issued a calm order.

"Have HR recruit a new executive assistant. Specifically to handle affairs for the Cosmoscope Group."

Shane's eyes lit up. Another assistant meant his workload would be cut in half.

Suppressing his delight, he replied, "Understood! Will you be conducting the final interview yourself?"

"No need. You handle it," Kingsley said flatly. "After all, they'll be working alongside you."

"You got it!" Shane agreed readily, then paused to clarify, "Should I look for a male or female assistant?"

"Who asked?" Kingsley said, his finger already on the end-call button.

"You didn't ask; I was just overthinking it," Sean pivoted effortlessly, his voice now filled with curiosity. "But seriously, what did you do to Wyatt? His motivation has been off the charts since he got back. He even signed up for boxing classes and German lessons. Did the sun rise in the west?"

"He has people protecting him. Who would dare touch him?" Kingsley's voice was flat, betraying no emotion.

"Oh..." Sean drawled, a mischievous smirk evident in his tone. "I'm guessing the boxing is for you. But German? It can't be for Lucy—"

Before he could finish, the line went dead.

Kingsley gripped his phone, his knuckles whitening slightly as he murmured to himself, "A younger brother protecting her, and a boss who adores her..."

As the words hung in the air, the atmosphere in the office seemed to sour with a faint, lingering scent of jealousy.