The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 129

"Just showing some concern, but you're overthinking it again. Boring," Thurston said lightly, feigning helplessness.

When the food was served, Kingsley and Thurston were surrounded by people offering toasts.

Thankfully, given their status, no one dared overstep. A few polite sips were exchanged, and the guests were satisfied with the gesture.

That afternoon, when Wyatt walked into the Sterling Group conference room and spotted Kingsley already seated, a wave of irritation hit him. The man was an eyesore.

The fist in his trouser pocket clenched until the knuckles cracked.

His month of boxing training hadn't been in vain—right now, he wanted nothing more than to land a right hook on Kingsley's forehead.

"Sit in the back," Sean glanced up at him, his tone calm but carrying undeniable authority.

Wyatt didn't argue. He moved to the back of the room with a leisurely, almost rebellious stride.

Kingsley glanced at him, noting inwardly that the kid's frame had indeed filled out.

"It's had some effect," he commented dryly.

Sean replied, his tone slightly disparaging, "Compared to you, he's still a rookie."

When the meeting time arrived, Lucy appeared on the screen for the Lunar Tide cross-border project update.

She greeted everyone politely, and then her professional, formulaic voice filled the conference room.

Wyatt, who had been slouching in his chair, instantly sat up straight, his eyes fixed intently on the screen.

Lucy was wearing a cream-colored tweed suit, her long hair clipped back casually. She was explaining the project progress and report content with clarity and expertise.

Kingsley leaned back in his chair, his fingers scrolling through site photos on the laptop in front of him, but his gaze drifted periodically to Lucy on the big screen.

When it ended, Kingsley and Sean were the first to walk out.

"Dinner tonight?" Sean asked, turning his head.

Kingsley checked his watch and rejected him swiftly. "No time."

He paused, then added, "Tell him that when I get back from my business trip, I'll spar with him."

Sean couldn't help but laugh. "He's no match for you. Don't be ridiculous."

"I haven't practiced in a long time either," Kingsley said evenly.

Sean patted him on the shoulder, relenting. "Fine. Maybe a good beating will make the kid settle down a bit."