The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 177

Kingsley scanned Lucy's file again. His eyes remained calm; he clearly suspected nothing. The only thorn in his side was Jules, who had been by her side for over two years.

His finger traced the edge of the tablet, the screen's cold light reflecting in his deep, unreadable eyes.

After a pause, he sent another message to Shane.

Night deepened.

Kingsley returned to his residence when the phone in his pocket vibrated. It was a call from Joyce.

He glanced at it but didn't pick up. All day, his mind had been consumed with how to pursue Lucy. Her absolute rejection gave him a sense of helplessness he had never experienced before. It was more difficult than closing a multi-billion dollar deal.

The call ended, then stubbornly rang again.

Frowning, Kingsley swiped to answer, his patience thin.

Joyce's delicate voice floated through the speaker immediately. "Kingsley, I just arrived in Switzerland. Let's have dinner together, okay?"

"I've eaten," Kingsley replied flatly.

The servant standing nearby froze—the stove was still on, dinner was half-cooked. Who was that meal for if the master had eaten?

Joyce didn't catch the rejection. She pressed on, undeterred. "Then come out for a walk with me?"

"Joyce, there is nothing left between us," Kingsley said, walking to the balcony. He looked out at the ink-black night, his voice icy. "I avenged your parents. I am starting my own life. You should do the same."

Joyce's voice instantly turned tearful. "I know... but Kingsley, I like you. I want to be with you. Can't you give me one chance?"

Her pitiful tone moved him not at all. "No. I don't like you."

Tears fell like broken beads, her sobs tearing through the empty room.

After an unknown amount of time, she picked up her phone with trembling hands.

Kingsley suddenly in Switzerland... who else could it be for but Lucy?

The thought twisted her tear-stained face into something ugly.

Kingsley wants to win Lucy back? She would never allow it.

Joyce looked up. The hurt in her eyes vanished in an instant, swallowed by a terrifying chill. "Kingsley can only belong to me."

Her fingers flew across the screen, sending a message followed by a large transfer of funds—a desperate, all-in gamble.