The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 132

Lucy sent the message, grabbed her bag, and walked out of the office.

Emma saw her leaving and immediately picked up her own bag to follow.

"Lucy, Wyatt sent over the live photos of 'Lunar Tide.' Have you seen them?" Emma asked, catching up.

Lucy turned to look at her. "Not yet, I haven't had time. Are they stunning?"

"Absolutely stunning! Once it officially opens, I want to go there just to take photos!" Emma said as she pulled out her phone and showed the saved images to Lucy.

Lucy took the phone, sliding her finger gently across the screen. A hint of a smile touched her eyes. "It really does look good."

She paused, then lifted her chin slightly with a touch of playful pride. "After all, I designed it."

"True!" Emma agreed with a chuckle. "Your designs are always perfect."

"Keep a low profile," Lucy laughed, patting Emma's arm. "If you keep praising me, I'll float away."

As they walked into the elevator, Emma spoke up again. "By the way, Lucy, I think Mr. Sterling's physique seems to have changed."

"He's probably been boxing. His muscle definition is tighter," Lucy replied casually.

Emma nodded. "No wonder. The change is quite obvious."

Lucy glanced back at her, teasing, "You've been observing quite carefully, haven't you?"

"No, no, it's just... the change was very noticeable," Emma stammered, scratching her head in embarrassment.

Lucy smiled without speaking, looking at Emma's flustered state, and the atmosphere in the elevator lightened considerably.

Peter immediately flashed a grin, his tone carrying a familiar teasing note. "It's an honor to be remembered by Miss Lucy."

Kingsley was also dressed in a rare black sportswear set today, yet his powerful aura hadn't diminished in the slightest. He was still dazzlingly impossible to ignore. His ink-black eyes were locked onto Lucy, heavy with meaning.

Lucy forced a smile, though it didn't reach her eyes, appearing somewhat strained. "Is that so?"

Smith, unaware of the undercurrents between them, laughed to smooth things over. "Since you all know each other, we're all friends. Lucy, care to play a few rounds?"

He handed her a club. Lucy accepted it, her stance upright and technically perfect. With a flick of her wrist, she swung steadily. The white ball instantly traced a smooth parabola through the air, flying straight toward a distant hill.

Peter's eyes lit up. He leaned into Kingsley, whispering, "Your ex-wife is impressive. Not only is she beautiful and capable, but her golf game is excellent too."

He paused, lowering his voice further.