The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 165

When Lucy arrived home, the nanny had just finished putting Seven to sleep and was tip-toeing out of the bedroom.

Lifting the hem of her gown with one hand and holding her bag in the other, Lucy walked over quickly, her dress sweeping an elegant arc across the floor.

The nanny's eyes lit up, her voice full of genuine admiration. "Miss Lynwood, you look absolutely stunning in that dress. Truly breathtaking!"

Lucy curved her lips into a smile, keeping her voice soft. "Thank you. Did Seven just fall asleep?"

"Yes, just a few minutes ago." The nanny nodded.

Lucy made an 'OK' sign, signalling silence, and lightened her steps even further. Just as she stepped into the bedroom, the phone in her hand began to vibrate. Seeing it was a call from Jane, she tapped to answer and quietly backed out of the room, afraid of disturbing Seven's slumber.

She sat down on the floor at the top of the stairs, letting the hem of her gown spread casually over the steps. Jane's clear, bright voice came through immediately. "Are you resting yet?"

"No, just got home," Lucy said, looking down at her heel. The tender skin had been rubbed red. She made a silent vow to throw these ill-fitting shoes away tomorrow.

"How about you? Are you resting properly, or still working constantly?"

There was the sound of light footsteps on the other end; Jane seemed to be pacing in her office. "Still busy. I was born to toil; I feel uncomfortable all over when I'm idle."

Lucy couldn't help but laugh. "Doesn't that mean Mr. Thurston has to revolve around you 24/7?"

"I don't let him follow me around. He just drops me off and picks me up, that's all." Jane's voice paused, and she gently placed a hand on her baby bump. "By the way, has Kingsley been harassing you?"

The two chatted about domestic trivialities for a good while before reluctantly hanging up.

Early the next morning, as soon as Lucy sat down at her desk, Emma knocked and entered, holding a document. "Lucy, have you seen the email from Mr. David?"

Lucy placed her bag on the corner of the desk and reached out to turn on her computer, responding without looking up, "Not yet. I'll check it in a moment."

Emma placed the file gently on the desk, replied with a "Okay," and quietly withdrew.

Once the screen lit up, Lucy opened the email. As her eyes scanned the content, her expression remained composed. Her fingers flew across the keyboard to type a reply: [Understood. Once you and Mr. Sherwood determine the specific time, please notify me. I will cooperate fully.]

The moment the 'Sent' notification popped up, Lucy slumped back into her chair and muttered a low curse. "Screw this! When I'm rich, I'm firing every single one of these difficult clients!"