The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 128

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

After several rounds of rigorous screening, Shane finally selected a partner he was satisfied with—Xavier.

Xavier was an elite professional who had returned from overseas. Not only was he sharp and exceptional in every metric, but he also possessed a cheerful and humorous personality.

Shane figured that working with someone like that would at least keep the daily mood light.

At Cosmoscope Group.

Kingsley had just finished an online conference when he dialed the internal line, his command crisp. "Book two tickets to London. You're coming with me."

"Understood, Mr. Sherwood," Xavier's clear voice came through the receiver.

Kingsley hung up. He checked his watch, grabbed his coat from the chair, and walked out.

Xavier followed closely, stepping ahead to press the elevator button.

Kingsley stood by the elevator, one hand in his trouser pocket, his gaze fixed darkly on the changing floor numbers.

When the doors dinged open, he stepped in first. Xavier followed a respectful step behind, whispering a report. "Mr. Sherwood, your father called earlier. He asked you to increase the credit limit on the Madam's supplementary card."

Kingsley gave a barely audible grunt of acknowledgment.

Once settled in the car, Xavier handed him a tablet.

Kingsley scanned through his emails rapidly, instructing without looking up, "Tell Shane to forward all documents to me via email while I'm on this trip."

"Will do," Xavier replied.

When the car arrived at the restaurant, Thurston happened to pull up at the same time.

"Mr. Thurston," Xavier greeted him proactively.

Thurston waved his hand, joking, "Don't mind me. I'm just here to ride on Mr. Sherwood's coattails for a free meal."

The group laughed, responding eagerly, "It's an honor to have both you and Mr. Sherwood here."

Kingsley took a sip of tea and looked at Thurston. "Want to tag along to London tomorrow?"

Thurston shook his head. "Pass. I have a wife and kid at home."

He paused, then asked, "Just London?"

Kingsley glanced at him. "Switzerland too. Trying to stop me?"

"Where you go is your freedom. Why would I stop you?" Thurston smiled nonchalantly, acting as if he didn't care.

Kingsley's fingers tightened slightly around his glass, condensation forming on the rim. "Then don't pry."