The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 138

Walking into the bar, Kingsley carried his coat over his arm as he headed toward the private booth with Peter.

They had only taken a few steps when Jules, sitting in a booth, looked up and spotted him.

Jules offered a faint, polite smile as a greeting.

Seeing this, Kingsley simply nodded slightly in return, equally silent.

Peter nudged Kingsley's arm and whispered playfully, "Hey, that guy is actually pretty handsome."

"There's something wrong with your eyes," Kingsley said coldly without turning his head.

Peter immediately played along. "Right, right, I'm blind. How could anyone be better looking than you? Feel better now?"

He winked deliberately.

Kingsley didn't respond, merely quickening his pace, clearly finding the comment superfluous.

Once inside the private room, Peter went straight for the wine, pouring two glasses of red. He handed one to Kingsley and raised an eyebrow. "Just going to sit here and drink?"

Kingsley didn't take the glass immediately. Instead, he lit a cigar. Through the rising smoke, he glanced at Peter. "If you want to play, go somewhere else. Don't do it in my sight."

"Kingsley, you're still so principled. Don't you find life boring?"

Peter laughed and lit his own cigar, sinking into the sofa with his long legs crossed, watching Kingsley exhale smoke across from him.

Kingsley glanced at him sideways, mocking, "I'm not as desperate as you."

"Fine, fine. You have principles, you're noble."

Peter waved his hand, then pivoted. "It's a pity I don't have a sister, or I'd definitely introduce her to you."

Kingsley looked up, his eyes chilly. "You're dreaming."

Emma nodded, then added, "Oh, right, Lucy. Don't forget the quarterly meeting at nine-thirty."

Lucy hummed in acknowledgment.

After Emma left, Lucy opened her computer and took out her phone.

Seeing Peter's pending request in her notifications, her finger hovered for a moment before she unhesitatingly hit 'Block'.

At 9:30 AM, the conference room was full.

Lucy had just set up her laptop when Jules pushed the door open, wearing a crisp suit and his habitual smile. He scanned the tense faces of the staff.

"It's just a quarterly summary meeting. No need to look so stressed."

A department manager at the table laughed nervously. "We're just afraid our performance didn't meet the target and we'll get criticized by you."