The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 141

Implied in every word was the suggestion that Kingsley was acting out of unrequited affection.

Kingsley pressed his unfinished cigarette into the ashtray, extinguishing the sparks instantly.

He looked up at Jules, his tone hard. "You can only represent yourself. She is her own person; don't conflate the two."

"But it's enough that our thoughts align," Jules refused to yield.

"Then that's nothing more than a boss-employee relationship," Kingsley sneered.

"And are you any better off?" Jules retorted.

As the words left his mouth, Seven's soft little face flashed through Jules's mind—and shockingly, it vaguely overlapped with the cold, hard face in front of him.

He muttered internally: *One is adorable, one is detestable. Truly worlds apart.*

Kingsley ignored the sarcasm. He stood up, pushed open the door, and walked straight out of the smoking room, leaving Jules standing there, his face alternating between green and white.

Returning to the private room, Kingsley sat down and quickly pulled up his chat with Shane, sending a message.

Almost instantly, Shane's reply popped up: [Received!]

By the time the lunch meeting ended, a torrential downpour had started outside. Heavy raindrops smashed against the ground, splashing water everywhere.

Lucy had stepped out to meet a client at noon. Since her car was in for maintenance, she was currently standing at the restaurant entrance, looking troubled.

Late autumn in Switzerland was rainy, and while she usually kept an umbrella in her bag, looking down at her stilettos, she couldn't help but mutter, "These shoes are going to be ruined."

She gritted her teeth, pushed open the glass door, opened her umbrella, and walked briskly toward the roadside to hail a taxi.

Not far away, Kingsley had just gotten into his Maybach. His gaze swept inadvertently across the street and caught a figure in a beige coat—Lucy, holding an umbrella in the rain, looking down intently at her phone.

His fingers paused, and he ordered the driver, "Pull over up ahead."

Before he finished speaking, a Rolls-Royce Ghost suddenly stopped in front of Lucy.

Kingsley's gaze darkened. He recognized it as Jules's car.

Inside the car, Lucy looked sideways at Jules and smiled. "Quite a coincidence."

Jules turned, his eyes smiling as he countered, "If I said I came specifically to pick you up, would you believe me?"

"Then my charm must be considerable," Lucy joked back.

Jules's smile deepened, his voice warm. "Designer Lynwood is beautiful without knowing it."

"No," Lucy shook her head, swiping open her phone to check a message in the work group chat. "I have a very clear understanding of myself."

Jules watched her focused profile and said softly, "Is that so? Anyway, I admire you. Beautiful and independent."

"What's there to admire?" Lucy replied casually without looking up. "I'm just a tireless corporate workhorse."

Jules nudged her arm. "Come on, Lucy. You can't be that thick."

She met his gaze with a grin, her eyes sparkling. "Maybe I am. Let's just say I'm only in it for the money."